“What can we do?” asked Jim disturbed to the point of hopelessness.
“This weapon I hold was
specifically designed for the destruction of the Riachen Mothers. It will not
operate through the wall of this shield. I am going to give you the other shield
device. We will move back a ways into the tunnel that has been made in the
Riachen fluid so that there is open space before us where I can stand and
breathe without the dome. You will disengage the shield and I will move forward
and then you must reactivate the dome if you are to stay alive. I will activate
the weapon. Once the Mother is destroyed you must deactivate the dome and move
to form it around both of us once again.”
The gravity of the moment weighed
down on Jim, but he took a deep breath, sighed, and said, “OK. How do I operate
this thing?” He strapped the rifle to his back.
Lay’tog handed him the second
device. “You rub the middle section that is lighted. You must do it with a
precise amount of pressure while holding them upright. Always hold them upright
the way they are now. I suggest you use your thumb to rub it, and press down
with most of your strength, since I am a good deal stronger then you. Are you
ready?”
“Yes.” Jim tried to sound
confident. It really didn’t matter whether he was ready or not, he knew they
were running out of time and that they had to do this now. If Clarissa hadn’t
already been plucked, she would surely be soon. Succeed or fail, they had to
act now. They moved back through the hollowed out goo about ten feet. Lay’tog nodded at him. He held the strange
devices upright, their thin metal pieces spiraling every which way into the air
from the straight metal rods with the glowing centers, and rubbed the middle
sections vigorously with his thumbs. The dome dissipated and Lay’tog moved
instantly about six feet forward. Jim quickly began rubbing the sections again
as tendrils fiercely shot in at him. The dome reformed and cut the tendrils off
in mid-flight, the pieces of alien flesh, their ends charred, fell to the
ground around him.
Lay’tog had positioned his weapon
with the barrel pointed forward, the tibiae and tarsi of his larger upper legs
finding their perspective holds within the grooves and hooks of the box-like
section. The Riachen had already wrapped tendrils around his prothorax and a
bottom leg. He fought back against their pull, rubbed the activation section
and braced himself as another tendril wrapped itself around his neck. The
weapon hummed and the box-like section brightened with a soft violet glow that
abruptly shot forth a burst of violet energy with a resounding squeal. The
energy sustained a connection to the weapon as it burned through the fluid and
infiltrated the orifice of the mother just as it was about to drop another
child into it. Lay’tog held the weapon steady as it vibrated with increasing
power, pummeling into the Riachen Mother as it screamed in agony, which it relayed
through a psionic blast that infiltrated the minds of every living creature in
its vicinity. Jim buckled under the magnitude of its cry and fell to his knees,
using his remaining strength to keep the dome devices upright and fighting back
the urge to bring his hands to his head as some sort of comfort. Lay’tog simply
increased the concentration on his mental block so that her scream barely
entered his mind.
The mother’s tendrils lashed out at
its attacker and Lay’tog was overcome with tendrils from both the Riachen horde
and their mother. They wrapped around many of his legs, his abdomen and thoraxes,
and he fought with all his strength to keep the weapon upright and its aim
direct upon the orifice. The mother began to wither, its color faded, its
tendrils recoiled, but not without taking one of his smaller legs with it. The
pain was excruciating, but he persevered until he saw the burly black tendrils
stiffen, hardening as the Mother died until their weight was too heavy for the
monstrosity and they broke off and floated out into the fluid. The Mother’s
flesh had become white and the surrounding Riachen released their hold on
Lay’tog and rushed to the side of their progenitor in vain, panicked attempts
to help her. When he saw the Mother begin to eat its brood, he knew that he had
won. They willingly entered her orifice and sacrificed themselves in an attempt
to restore nutrients and energy to their ailing mother. But Lay’tog kept the
beam steady, cancelling out any restoration progress that had been made until
every last Riachen had been devoured and the Mother had become an atrocious
immense flab of pale white flesh. He
knew from past experiences that it was beyond healing now and would steadily
die as time past. He deactivated the weapon; the violet beam receded back
within the barrel and into the box which held its origin, protected and
secluded. He strapped the weapon to his back.
“Remove the energy dome. We have
some time before the fluid enters this tunnel.”
Jim did as he was told. “What about
the children? How do save them?”
“They are alive within those sacs.
They will sustain for a short time longer. I have the power to eliminate this
fluid with an energy burst from the dome, but the sacs would also be
eliminated. We must retreat to the outside of the fluid wall and allow the dome
to re-energize and then try and rescue the children a few at a time by using the
dome to create tunnels through the ooze and protect us as we carry them outside
the fluid wall.”
Jim nodded and moved in close to
Lay’tog before reactivating the dome. Together they made their way through the
gelatinous mass until they were again outside the ooze. Jim disengaged the
energy dome and handed the devices back to Lay’tog. They shared a few moments
of uncomfortable silence as they waited for the devices to fully recharge,
Lay’tog bandaging the hole in his flesh where his arm used to be. Jim suddenly remembered Agent E.I.S. and that
the local authorities would soon be swarming upon this area, most likely
without and open mind toward the presence of Lay’tog. He proceeded to inform
his new friend, but before he could open his mouth the alien spoke.
“I know, Jim, thank you. They are
still a ways away, but are indeed closing in. You are right, I must not be
discovered. I believe there is time for me to help you rescue a few children
and then I must go. It is unfortunate that the Riachen will be discovered, we
had hoped to avoid that. Perhaps it will lead to your kind being better
prepared for when they return.”
“Return?”
“Yes, they are a relentless scourge
upon the cosmos. They require the offspring of other living things of flesh and
intelligence for sustenance and procreation, as you have witnessed. They do so
without regard for sustainability and would easily wipe out whole races of
beings if allowed to continue unchecked, much like they have already done
within the solar system of their home world. They are as intelligent as they
are monstrous, although they are one minded and devoid of individual thought.
They know this planet contains bountiful prey and they will return with greater
numbers to harvest your kind. It is our sworn duty as a race to prevent the
spread of the Riachen, and we could use allies. I will leave the energy dome
devices with you, so that you can rescue all the children. But come, it is time
to begin.”
Jim could barely process this
information before Lay’tog had moved near him and reactivated the energy dome.
He could sense the alien’s need for haste and ran to keep up with its swift
movements as they burned through the fluid to the nearest sacs hanging from the
wall. Using the dome they made a tunnel in front of about five sacs and then
disengaged it so they could disconnect them from their perches, which required
using Lay’tog’s energy swords to cut through the slimy tendrils that attached
them to the wall. Jim could carry two,
although they were very heavy, and Lay’tog could handle three along with the
dome devices. They reactivated the dome and made their way to the outside of
the fluid once more.
“This sac is very thick,” spoke
Lay’tog as he glided a tarsus along its slimy surface. “You will have to cut
into it very carefully so that you do not harm the children. They will need
immediate medical attention once they are released. I would wait until the
authorities arrive before you do so. I must go now. Here are the dome operating
devices, and an energy blade to cut down the sacs. Simply rub the box to activate
the blade, be very careful.”
Jim studied this strange creature
as it spoke, so completely alien from human kind yet full of compassion and
nobility. He admired him greatly and clasped his tibia with his hand as
Lay’tog’s tarsus clasped his arm and they shook in mutual appreciation. “Thank
you, friend,” said Jim. “I hope we will meet again under better circumstances.”
“Yes,” spoke Lay’tog with clicks
and clucks. “I will speak of our contact to my Queen and perhaps we will send
an envoy to your leaders soon in hopes of gaining an ally against the Riachen.
Good luck, Jim, and farewell.” With that the alien withdrew his leg from the
human’s grasp and hurriedly scuttled off, the four long stalk-like legs of his
metathorax switching back and forth at a blurring speed as he ascended the
rising floor on his way out of the Riachen den.
Jim began the long task of rescuing
the remaining children. No long after Lay’tog’s departure, a mass of armed
authority ascended on the den followed by medical personnel with their
equipment and vehicles. They overwhelmed him with questions, and Jim tried to
keep his answers focused solely on the important task of saving the children.
He assured them that the children that were imprisoned in the sacs were still
alive and relayed the details for rescuing them that he had learned from
Lay’tog. When they questioned the validity of his information, he assured them
that he had a reliable source that he would later reveal, when they had more
time. And yes, he would explain the origin of the strange alien technology that
he now possessed. With their help he managed to acquire all of the remaining
sacs. They began then to carefully cut the sacs open, revealing children
immersed in thick goo with thin cable-like veins attached to them from the inner
walls of the sacs. As they cut the veins and pulled them from the goo, the
children would become conscious and attempt to breathe, sucking in the goo that
covered them instead of air. They had to wipe the goo from them quickly and
resuscitate them with the help of trained medical personal and their machines.
They managed to save most of the children, but sadly not all of them. One of
the children saved was indeed Clarissa, Jim recognizing her from pictures Elizabeth had shown him.
For this he would be eternally grateful to Lay’tog, and would tell him so when
they met again years later.
THE END
THE END