Prisoner of the Amulet - Chapter 8

 DORULL STORIES - PRISONER OF THE AMULET

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CHAPTER 8

 

Two weeks had passed since Sanomis Ti’nullaim began his journey towards the village of Vur-Paan. Since he decided to escape from Shteint. The life he led until now was over. He knew that from the moment he revealed the real reason for their arrival on this planet. They promised a peaceful, noble, exploratory mission. They promised him a chance to perfect his specialization. To contribute to their understanding of the universe through the detailed analysis of the very origins of this planet. They offered the opportunity to perhaps even discover something so far unknown.

But that was all a lie. They used his, and the expertise of who knew how many scientists, as a pretense for their heinous, criminal act. Or even worse, they used the collected data for easier execution of said act. The thought that some of his reports could be of use to these monsters, was enough for Sanomis to lose the interest not only in the research, but to his calling as a whole. But at the same time, gave him an additional motive in an attempt to prevent the crimes against the inhabitants of Dorull.

He felt he had to do that. He knew it was the right thing to do. Although, the answer to the question how, was still eluding him. But everything should become much clearer, once he’d meet with Ch’ybal. Sanomis thought about this, while taking a quick rest in the farthest corner of the four meter deep cave, he stumbled upon earlier that day. He found it accidentally as he was climbing over the first of four peaks of the mountain range that was dividing Kabb’nal-an from Chaygor.

The meeting with Ch’ybal, by all accounts, wouldn’t happen soon. It would pass, Sanomis reckon, another three or four weeks, before he was to cross over this mountain. And then another few long months of travel through Chaygor. If he was lucky. If he managed to stay unnoticed. If he managed to sneak around numerous orc settlements, laying in between him and Vur-Paan, a small village on the farthest north of this region. Beside all of these warriors, hunters, trappers and survivalists.

Although he could easily jump over many of them, Sanomis thought, as he reached for his backpack. For whatever reason, he decided to bring his PTDs. And now, he was glad he did so. PTDs, or Personal Transport Discs, were still relatively new technology. In use not more than a full decade. Sanomis only found about them once he joined the mission. And now, after more than a year he spent here on Dorull, geologist couldn’t think of  a better way to travel across this planet.

The exact specifications of these devices weren’t known to him, but he understood the basic principles behind their workings. Somewhat alike to the propulsions of their motherships, whose cores were able to generate the stable wormholes. The passageways, through which they were able to travel across the entire galaxies in mere moments. Of course, only if they knew that the destination of their choosing wasn’t occupied.

The jumps were safe now, although the beginnings were rather rough. They were unpredictable and dangerous. But that’s the thing with all beginnings. They are meant to serve as a test. They are meant to be used in detecting and rectifying the problems. Removing the flaws. In the very few first attempts, vards jumped rather blindly. Without much bother or thought. Not thinking of consequences. They were reckless. Until the unthinkable worst happened. Until the tragedy occurred, when the exploration ship, Chavor, slammed into the planet, it was attending to visit.

The crew and the passengers of Chavor weren’t the only casualty of this grave mistake. The consequences of this horrific accident had catastrophic effects on the ecosystem of the entire planet. By materializing in its  exact center, the ship literally destroyed the core, causing massive quakes. And this, almost overnight, completely changed the shape and the looks of the surface. On top of that, the force of the impact shifted the rotation, throwing the planet out of the balance. Changing its orbit. With the new erratic, free trajectory, this planet, not long after, left its system, cooled down and died, disappearing in the unknown direction.

These, saying mildly, unfortunate events, forced vards to change the very approach of every future travels. To do everything possible, how similar accidents wouldn’t happen again. And the detailed mapping of the systems was a sure start, which would ensure that every next jump would be hundred percent safe. This ultimately gave them the opportunity to discover and explore the planets like Dorull. Or at least that’s what they’ve been told, before they decided to join this mission. Sanomis begin wondering how many other worlds experienced the same fate. And this frightening thought gave him an even bigger urge to try and stop this whole ordeal.

             The idea to make a jump was becoming more and more tempting with every passing moment. To the point it became the only viable option. With that he would not only manage to avoid the many dangers of Chaygor, but would shorten his journey for at least a few months. And this, he knew, could present the difference between success and a failure. Sanomis spent the entire night thinking, sitting in the farthest corner of the cave he stumbled upon the day before, figuring out what and how he would approach this. Until, finally, at the brink of dawn, he decided to carry out his plan.

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