The Concerts on Zechia E-Book

Suzann Dodd

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

This is a continuation of Reorganisation of the Galaxy.   On Zechia reggae concerts are held.  The interactions of the characters reveals true feelings.  

Leseprobe

Suzann Dodd

The Concerts on Zechia

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Now

NOW

JillZezki

It was my 'function' to insure that the miserable town of Zezki was ready for the concert.

I would to be in Cyti, sitting under a tent, enjoying the sunshine and fragrance of newly planted ground. I should be talking with asLoutha and the others, accepting fresh baked bread, fresh eggs, and the delicious mock bacon Taffy created, instead of being in this dark dank Fortress, choking down this gruel.

That's when evJaFalk entered in his shroud, flung himself onto the sampi, grabbed a grebie, took a bite.

"You have the lists?" he asks.

He had asked me to find out how many humans were on Zechia who had been transported from the planet of Xenos. 

I had gone to 'Farmtownf, sending Marie to check the other settlement, Sodom. The numbers were shocking.

"There are only ten thousand four hundred people in Farmtown and thirty thousand and nine in Sodom." I told him. "It's so odd, weren't there a few million people on Xenos?" I asked.

"Zha. Most died of Chingkow,"  he began in Shaz, then switching to English, "They assumed it was a 'Zerk' disease and they  immune.  Alerted we wanted the various drugs, they destroyed them.  When they were stricken they understood they were not immune."

There was no reason for him to repeat this, I knew.  I was the doctor on duty, I was the one who caused it.  I was the one who injected Daktoy with the virus so as to remove 'sugar glue' from his body.  

I hadn't realiised Chingkow was malaria; air born, highly contagious. I had synthesised three doses of quinine, thinking there would be a stock on the planet of Xenos.   There was, but the humans destroyed it. And died of malaria.

He took a breath; "They were ordered onto the Odin Path to be transported to Earth. If all survivors went or not, unknown. When they sabotaged the Odin and had to be moved to other flyers, many took the 'opportunity' to enter Earth. As you aware, Earth fired a weapon which prevented all incursion, so they died."

It is still hard, despite my proofs, to imagine how so many people living on the planet of Xenos would die. Out of how many millions of people there are only just over forty thousand remaining.

evJaFalk prepared to leave, saying; "At the cusp of nea's rest..." and to clarify, in case I didn't understand, "dusk" he said in English.

I couldn't match the first part of the conversation with the second, then; "The concert! Tonight!"

"Zha," he said looking at me as if I were very stupid.

I trembled for I wasn't ready, no one was ready...but the concert would be today.

Giving me a stare as confirmation, he stood, was gone. I sat a minute, then ran into the sani. I was sick. I was that nervous.

I was too keyed to fly, sorry evJaFalk had left, but calmed myself. There were googals of available Zees on the plaza. I would ask the first oRain I saw to be my pilot.

I hurriedly showered, meaning it took me twice as long, dressed, went down, told myself to relax. I felt in control but selected a pilot anyway.

We got into my flyer, he took us up. I looked out of the windows, thinking. There was only one way this could be played. I had to get Tony and his musicians to Zezki, get vesavis to Farmtown to collect human mins, and do it all seamlessly.

I kept telling myself it was not a problem.

When we landed in Cyti I was about to run to Tony's house, but able to hold off a few minutes to perform all necessary protocols so asLoutha, etc. would not think anything amiss.  Then I went to Tony's house. Of course, he was sleeping. Palla came to me.

"Hi," I say, trying to act alive, "Can you wake Tony?"

"Certainly..." she says without pause.

I pondered why she was so receptive and compliant. I stood by the door as she reentered. She calmly packed cushions on a frame, sat and faced me.

"I didn't recognise you when you first landed..." I babble for conversation.

"I didn't want to be recognised," Palla Stavo, one of the most famous human authors, replies.

"Tonight, in Zezki..."

"This is it then?" she cuts.

"What do you mean?" I snap.

"Jill, please, don't waste your stock of subterfuge. We were brought here because Sharon has not seen the concert. I know this for uPaychel..."

"You know him?" I try, surprised she could pronounce his name properly.

"Yes," she said without emotion.

I was going to ask, but didn't want to embarrass myself. I don't know how much she knows; maybe Tony told her everything; everything he knows. Maybe uPaychel told her...I'll just relax, wait for Tony to enter.

It seemed so long, me trying not to look at Palla, waiting for Tony, who finally drags in dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans with that physical ease some human men have.

He was an attractive man; I never noticed it before. Palla noticed it. I noticed her noticing it. He flung himself onto the sofa, yawned, looked at me.

I cleared my throat; "Tonight, in Zezki. Leave just after lunch...take time because this concert will start at dusk, and go into the night."

"He'll be there..." Tony realises.

"Keep it soundless," I say, using the Shaz term, "make sure your people know that this concert is important but not..."

"I won't tell them who, Jill, I'm in the grid."

"I'm going to have some children brought from Farmtown so there'll be humans there."

"That's the Town of The Undead over there. What did you do to those people?"

"Me? I didn't do anything to them! Nothing happened to them."

"Jill, I was there, I've seen corpses with more life."

"Bring the children...John has made a selection of about a hundred...I'll send vesavis for them..."

"My guys got ganja...we'll have to light them up..."

"What?"

Tony stretched, so easy in himself it made me uncomfortable.