Chapter Eleven
Lost in Desert Storm part four
"The Blitzkrieg has safely left orbit, sir!" shouted a bridge tech.
"Good, keep it stead and bring us home." General Fine praised the tech then left for med-bay. He had one hell of a mess on his hands. Sik had spent weeks on a desert planet with little food and water, barely any shelter and those are just the basic needs to support life. Marix was covered in slap, cut and burn marks from him …just being Marix, let us leave it at that. And Mer? She was barely hanging onto life.
Fine barged into the med-bay. Dirt often assisted as a tech and was currently debriefing Sik while a tech checked his vitals. A long single-toned beep was heard from Mer's heart monitor. An older Irken, sporting a five 'o-clock shadow, ran over and slapped Mer's chest hard. Her heart started up again just like that.
"Doc!" Fine called, "Status."
The old Doctor stood up straight at the sight of the General, "Getting better General darling', these kids and their reckless ways. Back in my day…"
"Lieutenant Killrain, I respect your history and service but now is not the time." The General stopped Lieutenant Buster "Doc" Killrain from some long drawn out chain of old war stories from before even PAKs and SIR-units.
"Right sir, sorry sir. Sik is in surprisingly fair health, Marix is…Marix," he glanced over to Marix hitting on a tech. He flexed his muscles then winced in pain from the burns and his own skin splitting open again.
"And Mer?" Fine asked.
"Strangest way to die I must say." Doc shook his head.
"What?" Fine's face blanched white at the thought of losing Mer.
"Oh! No! She's very well alive! Just in a coma. Heh, didn't mean to scare ya General darlin'!" Doc laughed.
"Buster, I swear one of these days!" Fine actually laughed for once.
"Hah! I thought I'd be dead before I heard that beautiful sound again General darlin'!" The two seemed to enjoy each other's company.
Sik stared at them then turned to the tech tending to him, "excuse me miss," he addressed her politely, "I need some time alone."
"Yes sir." The tech let him leave.
Sik left for his old quarters, it was dark and quiet there. He pulled out a private comm. "I'm back in action."
A large Irken came onto the screen, "Ah, agent Sik! What have you to report?"
"Nice to see you alive too and not on a desert planet!" Sik growled, a hint of hate in his voice, "I found her, she is not only still alive but advancing faster than expected. And…" he paused.
"And?"
"And, she is stable without her PAK. There is no doubt in my mind that this has become more serious of an issue than we first thought. And on the subject of PAKs…hers is broken."
"A mistake on the Tallest's part I'm afraid. They thought breaking her PAK would kill her quickly, only Tank-bred's cannot survive without their PAKs…their second hope was it would make her too stupid to even function. Is that an incorrect calculation as well?"
"No, she's dumber than a rock. Can't even read from the looks of it. And you do know she cannot be taken out?" Sik knew the story well.
"I have accounted for this, Sik, there is more than one way to outsmart the cunning fox."
"And that is?" Sik asked.
The Irken chuckled, "in due time, Sik, in due time. For now, keep watch on her, and try to slow her advancement. Keep that hatch sealed tightly, we don't want to smoke the fox out of the hole just yet."
Sik nodded, "Agent Sik out." The comm. ended.
