The Giving-part 4
Disclaimer in part 1
Dylan made his way down the corridors of his ship. He turned the corner to Harper's workshop only to run head-on into the very person he was looking for.
"Sorry Boss," Harper said, picking himself up off the floor. "I was just on my way to command to find you."
"What did you find out?" Dylan asked.
"Well first of all let me just say that this was not easy. There was no information at all in any of the regular databanks pertaining to energy surges of this kind. As a matter of fact if I wasn't such a freaking genius I doubt I would have been able to find anything at all. But then of course since I am a genius .
"Enough Harper." Dylan interrupted. "You can pat yourself on the back later. Tell me what you found."
Harper just grinned at Dylan. "Well like I said there was nothing in the regular databanks so I started researching the archives. I found information about an ancient civilization called the Palorians. They were an old race that disappeared, oh, a couple of millennium ago.
It was rumored that they had a type of technology that could force ships down to their home world where the crew was then taken prisoner and made to work as slaves for the royalty of Paloria. Although no one was ever able to find this technology or even prove that it existed. The Palorians always claimed that the ships simply crashed and that since they had no space travel of their own they would put the survivors to work to earn their keep. The other races finally got tired of having their ships and people stolen so they banded together to put a stop to the Palorians. However, and believe me this is a big however, according to the archives, when the war party arrived they found nobody home. The entire planet was deserted. It was as if the planet had never been inhabited. The buildings were there. The roads were there. Even the freaking livestock was there. But there were no Palorians anywhere to found. Rumors of the Palorians continued to show up from time to time for almost a thousand years. They were said to settle a planet, use its resources until they ran out or until their neighbors got fed up with them then they simply disappeared."
"I remember hearing of this race. When I was small we would tell stories of them to scare one another. Most people called them ' The Ghost Race'. Some even alluded to them having the powers of the Devine." Dylan said. "But there was never any substantiated evidence of their existence."
"Yeah well that ain't the strangest part of it." Harper replied. "According to Rommie's analysis that energy surge that she recorded simply doesn't exist."
"What do you mean doesn't exist?
"I mean it is not made up of any known type of energy source. It is not naturally occurring, doesn't come from any recorded type of gas or electricity or element or anything. It shouldn't exist."
"The Sky What?" Beka repeated a little calmer this time.
"Sky Goddess" the old woman said. "That is what you are is it not?
"Well that depends on if your behavior toward me is going to change if I say no." Beka muttered. Louder she said, " We don't use that term for ourselves. Please just call me Beka. I really appreciate your help but I need to get back to my ship."
Seeing the confused look her statement caused she tried again. "My ship. It was that big,um,flying box I, uh, arrived in."
One of the men that had carried her to the village stepped forward, bowed, and spoke hesitantly, "Your ship was badly damaged. I do not think it will fly without much work."
"Just great, the story of my life." Beka said.
"Do not worry Goddess Beka," said the medicine woman. " We will escort you to the palace in the morning after you have rested. Our God Tourk will be able to help you. He is very wise. I am Neffa by the way and it will be my great pleasure to offer you a place to sleep for the remainder of the night."
"Thank you Neffa. I think lying down would be a good idea right now," replied Beka.
"And perhaps something to drink. Something very, very strong.
Disclaimer in part 1
Dylan made his way down the corridors of his ship. He turned the corner to Harper's workshop only to run head-on into the very person he was looking for.
"Sorry Boss," Harper said, picking himself up off the floor. "I was just on my way to command to find you."
"What did you find out?" Dylan asked.
"Well first of all let me just say that this was not easy. There was no information at all in any of the regular databanks pertaining to energy surges of this kind. As a matter of fact if I wasn't such a freaking genius I doubt I would have been able to find anything at all. But then of course since I am a genius .
"Enough Harper." Dylan interrupted. "You can pat yourself on the back later. Tell me what you found."
Harper just grinned at Dylan. "Well like I said there was nothing in the regular databanks so I started researching the archives. I found information about an ancient civilization called the Palorians. They were an old race that disappeared, oh, a couple of millennium ago.
It was rumored that they had a type of technology that could force ships down to their home world where the crew was then taken prisoner and made to work as slaves for the royalty of Paloria. Although no one was ever able to find this technology or even prove that it existed. The Palorians always claimed that the ships simply crashed and that since they had no space travel of their own they would put the survivors to work to earn their keep. The other races finally got tired of having their ships and people stolen so they banded together to put a stop to the Palorians. However, and believe me this is a big however, according to the archives, when the war party arrived they found nobody home. The entire planet was deserted. It was as if the planet had never been inhabited. The buildings were there. The roads were there. Even the freaking livestock was there. But there were no Palorians anywhere to found. Rumors of the Palorians continued to show up from time to time for almost a thousand years. They were said to settle a planet, use its resources until they ran out or until their neighbors got fed up with them then they simply disappeared."
"I remember hearing of this race. When I was small we would tell stories of them to scare one another. Most people called them ' The Ghost Race'. Some even alluded to them having the powers of the Devine." Dylan said. "But there was never any substantiated evidence of their existence."
"Yeah well that ain't the strangest part of it." Harper replied. "According to Rommie's analysis that energy surge that she recorded simply doesn't exist."
"What do you mean doesn't exist?
"I mean it is not made up of any known type of energy source. It is not naturally occurring, doesn't come from any recorded type of gas or electricity or element or anything. It shouldn't exist."
"The Sky What?" Beka repeated a little calmer this time.
"Sky Goddess" the old woman said. "That is what you are is it not?
"Well that depends on if your behavior toward me is going to change if I say no." Beka muttered. Louder she said, " We don't use that term for ourselves. Please just call me Beka. I really appreciate your help but I need to get back to my ship."
Seeing the confused look her statement caused she tried again. "My ship. It was that big,um,flying box I, uh, arrived in."
One of the men that had carried her to the village stepped forward, bowed, and spoke hesitantly, "Your ship was badly damaged. I do not think it will fly without much work."
"Just great, the story of my life." Beka said.
"Do not worry Goddess Beka," said the medicine woman. " We will escort you to the palace in the morning after you have rested. Our God Tourk will be able to help you. He is very wise. I am Neffa by the way and it will be my great pleasure to offer you a place to sleep for the remainder of the night."
"Thank you Neffa. I think lying down would be a good idea right now," replied Beka.
"And perhaps something to drink. Something very, very strong.