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Chapter Three: Ship of Ghosts?
With a little persuasion from Craven's fingertips in the form of a controlled beam of blue-green energy, the airlock slide silently open to reveal the powerless ship's inky black innards. "Air's clean and...get this, one hundred percent pure," said Amariah as she looked at the readout on her Safe Suit's wrist piece.
"One hundred? Man, I'd like to see their hydroponics rig. I can barely coax the Tide's into the ninety-seven percentile." Craven flipped on his suit's lights and headed into the darkness, but with the radio system between suits, it sounded to Amariah that he was right beside her. That was good because the moment she'd crossed the threshold her inner senses had begun to quiver with a strange expectance and she suddenly didn't want to be alone onboard this seemingly deserted ship. If her arm weren't hidden by her bulky suit, she'd had seen rather than just felt the hair rising on it.
"Ria, over here," Craven's tensed whisper came over the radio. Up ahead, he was standing to the side of an opening in the hall waving to her. A faint glowing from further inside the ship made it possible to see Craven, she realized. What's the glowing coming from? Rather than waste time walking, Amariah concentrated and 'phased' over to stand directly behind her partner. In the split second it took her to shift her body through space, Craven had returned to peering around the corner to stare at what ever had caught his attention in the first place. When he turned back to check her progress over, he nearly leap into the air when he realized that she was just behind him.
"Wish you made some noise when you decide to do that...trick. Damn near pissed myself," he whispered.
"Good thing the suit's got a waste disposal tube then, eh?" Craven shook his head at her cheeky grin when he thought back to how hysterical she'd been when they'd both realized that their parents had been using a subtle system of chemicals and controlled exposure to certain waves of energy to suppress their heirs' natural abilities to manipulate certain elements of physics. Amariah had been the first to notice this when she'd phased halfway through her berth onboard the Tide of Flames. It would have been humorous had she not panicked and drawn Craven into the hanging bed as well. It had taken nearly an hour before he'd gotten her calm enough to work them both out of the physics defying display. After nearly two years of living with the new powers as they developed out of their lifetime of suppression and Craven was amazed at how far they'd come from the scared silly children they'd started out as. It was Amariah's loud gasp as she twisted around him to see what he'd wanted to show her that snapped Craven out of his woolgathering.
"Flames preserve us. What is that?!" Though she spoke with intensity, the sight before her made voice come out in a harsh whisper.
"I think we've found our mysterious Jurai or at least something from it." The hallway had turned to open into a medium sized chamber that had been created with such architecture as to support what resembled windows rather than the simple blocky viewing screens of the Tide of Flames. The windows were darkened now, but in set out in space, the ship would be a cathedral to the stars! Artistry combined with ship design was impressive, but that was not what had grabbed the two entrepreneurs' undivided attention. It was the massive tree with threads of light beaming in and out of it that did that.
AN: Okay, so you think I'm a sadistic, evil person with a taste for cliffhangers. Bwa-ha-ha! No, actually I have to make my chapters short and make them with cliffhangers to keep my interest up. Not sadistic, just attention-span deficient. This chapter was brought to you care of the Super Mario Brothers' Movie Theme Music. It's killer. Think Nintendo with a full orchestra. Happy Days, Folks. The more reviews, the faster I update! Later!