Chapter 9.5

Well, there they go. Out of this planet, and into the stars. Wish I could have been with them, but this old Floran doesn't really have much time left. Probably a month or two, which I could have used to enjoy visiting other planets, but there's something I wanted to do much more. I look behind me, and just as I thought, they haven't arrived yet, which is a little surprising. I know Florans are fast, which comes handy when living a life of nothing, but hunting and eating. They would hunt anything that is edible, even those that they could reason with. So rare do we hear of a Floran who refuses to hunt certain 'prey'. I still remember the day that happened.

I was just working on my own things at the time. I was at my workbench, full of circuit boards, electric wires, abandoned communicators, broken plasma guns, shock rifles, etc. Then, I hear someone enter my hourse, and look over my shoulder. There she was, standing inside my house, looking confused, thoughtful, and lost. At the time, I didn't pay any real attention to her, I thought she was just another Floran who enjoyed hunting animals, and people. I didn't know her name at the time because I didn't care to really know her. She looked at me, and I looked at her for a few moments, before going back to my work.

"What do you want?" I asked, but I didn't get an answer immediately, so I continued to work. I hoped that she would have left already.

"Greenfinger, Floran has question," said Seba.

"Make it quick, I'm busy." She took her time to ask a question, one that I didn't expect to hear from a Floran.

"Is it wrong to hunt prey?" I stopped working on my workbench in an instant. I was shocked and confused at the same time. I even thought that I heard wrong, since I was getting old. I turn around to look at her in the eye, trying to see if this young Floran was playing a trick.

"Care to repeat that? My age might be messing with my hearing," I say as I walk closer to her. I could see that she was worried, fidgeting in place, so I thought that I got a little liar in my house.

"I-is it wrong to hunt prey?" Seba didn't seem to be lying, and it looked to me that she would be a bad liar, but I was confused as to why she would be asking such a thing.

"I could give you a better answer, if I knew why you would ask such a question," I said, looking at her closely.

"Well, Floran went hunting, Floran found a bird man, and Floran stabbed bird man," said Seba, and I felt sorry for the Avian, but I was more curious about the young Floran. Before she continued with her story, she looked at her hands. "Floran had stabbed many prey before, but this one felt…different." I didn't know what to say, I just kept looking at Seba, surprised to hear a Floran feeling something that wasn't joy. I head for my table, take a seat, and signal to the chair at the other side of the table.

"Take a seat," I said, and she does without question. "I would like to ask you some more questions, is that all right with you?" She simply nods. "Great, my first question would be, did the bird man attack you?"

"No, Floran killed him right after seeing Floran."

"What was he doing?"

"He was just looking at plants, and bugs."

"Did he had a weapon? Like a gun or a sword?"

"Floran didn't saw anything on him." He just came to research the fauna and flora of this planet.

"Well, with what I just heard, I would say that it was wrong that you killed him," I said and I could see that she flinched slightly. "If he had attacked you without provocation, then you would have killed him in self defense, but you didn't."

"So, it is wrong to hunt prey?"

"That kind of 'prey', as you like to call them, should not be harmed, unless they attack you."

"So, Floran should hunt other prey?"

"The real question you should be asking yourself is, would you hunt that kind of prey again?" Seba didn't answer quickly, but I remember her going deep in thought. She looked down, which I assumed she looked at her hands, and took a few moments to answer. I personally thought she would say yes because it would be easier for her to understand, but she showed me that she was a special kind of Floran.

"Floran doesn't want to do it again," said Seba, the first Floran in my life to have said those words, and I knew that she was unique.

"What's your name?" I asked, and she looks at me.

"Seba."

"Well, Seba, I guess that would be it for today, but if you have those kinds of questions again, feel free to come back anytime." Seba smiled at me, got up from the table, and walked up to the door. She stopped at the door, and looked at me.

"Thank you, Greenfinger."

"No need for formalities with me, you can call me Idalla."

It would seem that my reminiscing helped kill some time because they finally arrived at my location. It's not that I could hear them, it was more of feeling their presence, which let's me know that it's time to press this button on my chest. I turn around, and just as I expected, Adjoda had brought more hunters with him, with guns this time. Guns that I helped create, but they have never used them, and I do hope that they do.

"Where are they?" Asks Ajoda.

"They're gone," I answer, and he glares at me.

"You helped them," he says this as he points at me with his hammer.

"Yeah, I did." The look on his face is priceless.

"You know what that means, don't you?" I don't know why he's wasting time like this.

"Of course I know what it means, but is hard to care at my age." He walks up to me, it seems he wants the pleasure to do it himself.

"Any last words, you traitor?" I'm going to enjoy this.

"I do have a few," I say, and put a hand closer to my ear, or what constitutes to an ear. "Do you hear that?" My words confuse him, and he should be. He was probably too angry to have noticed the sounds, but I don't see the reason to hide it any longer. I open my robe, and reveal my last gift to the 'chief' of the Florans. We're going to share it in three…two…one.

May you find peace and love, Seba. Wherever you go.