Chapter 7,
Spire had to hurry. If Trace was dead it was his entire fault. He had led the Krikans to this forsaken planet. Spire had seen the Krikan ship land in the same lava swamp he originally landed in. He followed the blue Krikan the canyon he dropped trace in. Spire knew then that Trace was in immediate danger. Instead of trying to stop the Krikan, Spire decided to cut him off when he was on his way back to his ship. So he was waiting at the swamp. Now he was thinking that may have been a bad idea. What if the Krikan had already killed Trace? Spire had to hope for the best.
And there came he came out of the shadows, the same Krikan who told Spire off when he was passing through Krikan territory. No way! "You!"
The Krikan looked up, "Well if it isn't the same outsider who led me strait to my "buddy" Trace. He was holding Traces head with the body following. No! Trace was really dead! Spire would be racked with guilt for the rest of his life. Trace was dead and it was all Spires fault! But was he dead? Why would this blue Krikan be dragging traces body with him if Trace were dead? Probably for proof, Spire thought getting angrier and angrier. But even so there was now a small drop of hope in this world of hate and dread. "I wont let you take him." Spire said seething. A flame was now issuing from his arm cannon.
"My dear friend, you can't stop me," The Krikan replied.
Spire shot him. The Krikan dropped Trace as he writhed in pain. Spire had ticked him off now. He stood up glowering and aimed his cannon at Spire. Spire dropped to his hands and knees as a red beam shot over his head. He fired some more while strafing to the left. The Kriken transformed into his triskellion and chased after spire until he ran into the lava. "Coward!" He called. Spire just laughed and danced mockingly. The Kriken was seething now. A red beam passed inches from Spire's head and Spire stepped back in surprise. He charged his Magmaul and was about to shoot when a red beam went through his stomach. Spire clutched it and stumbled into the lava. Gasping he picked himself up only to be shot again through his shoulder. Spire shot his charged magmaul at the Krikan. Screaming the Krikan aimed for Spire's head only to miss and hit him through the leg. "I HATE FIRE!" the Krikan yelled. But even though he had suffered more injuries then ever before, Skule had another victory. Spire collapsed into the lava.
"Serves you right, lighting me on fire!" Skule spat out the word like it was poison. Trace moaned and stirred. Skule chuckled Trace was probably remembering the terrible deed Skule had done to him and his girlfriend. Krikans have a unique defensive system they have a nerve just above their brain that when hit with a strong enough force will shut down all their systems and put them in a trancelike state for a period of time. Skule had to get him to his ship before the state wore off.
As the ship took off a dieing Spire watched with horror. He had gotten himself killed and basically killed Trace with his obsession with finding his people. Now he wished that he had never found them. They were beyond repair just like trace said.
Spire waited. It was all he could do. The special properties lava had for his race would slow death but it would not stop it. Spire needed medical attention for that. But who could help him?
END OF PART ONE.
