Chapter 21th There be two devils in the dark
Mother Horta had made her decision in order to seek-out this creature from deep below. It just might mean the end of her life if she tries to communicate with it.
She has been living a long life after all this time. While she wants to continue on.
She tries to maneuver her way through the ton of rock. In order to make her way through to the bottom level for where the creature was first spotted and of the killings.
She was determinded to finish this right to the very end. While she adjusted to the lighting once making her way through the last of the rocks with the burning smell of acid.
Once inside.
She tries to make her way around with trying to get her bearings before making her next course of action. There would be no need for her to communicate with Mr. Spock. Until she knew for sure of what is going to happen the moment she is able to spot the creature.
Even though she knows that the human is currently waiting on the top level for word, while the others just sit and wait...
After some 15 minutes of moving around looking for the creature. She would be able to sense it up ahead waiting in some darkened corner, as if it was in some sort of a sleep mode.
She didn't needed to be disapponted for the moment. Until the creature was able to feel or even see of her presence from inside.
It was a few moments later.
She could hear it in her head a question directed at her filled with anger of sorts. "What are you doing here this is my territory?" It stated to mother Horts waiting for more from the creature.
"There be know one's territory. Since we all share this space from here to very top level with the humans. Why have you retorted to killing?; When in fact I have after making a deal with the humans to have my children dig for what the humans need the most is energy. And we have lived in peace for the last 30 years without incident."
"Because I' m different after being awaken from those humans with their machinery in order to make a profit. I don't have any purpose any longer ever since my mate passed on many hundreds of years ago."
Mother Horta had to think about this line of communications, even though really sad for the most part.
It was almost as if this creature had some sort of an obsession for when it comes to being useful. Maybe if Mother Horta is able to come up with a plan. Maybe it will be able to come to terms with itself and life in general.