Colony Omega Chapter 3
To all,
Due to a request, I broke out a parallel series about the colonies. I want to show how the individual lives have been affected and how they survive and adapt.
Any aliens, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind.
I thank everyone so much for reading my stories and hope you continue enjoying them.
I hope all of you have an amazing SAFE Thanksgiving.
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DB flew in a confiscated Russian shuttle, which was a "retired" NA shuttle bought for the colonial effort by the Russian federation. They had given it to him and his avian pilot Percy as a benefit of being the Elder Ambassador. Plus, it was the only thing available. Overall, it was a piece of shit.
They flew along the coast of Omega and then turned 'north' along the coast of Gamma. Gamma had at least several locations that could be converted to shallow draft harbors and one, at the mouth of a river had the potential to be a deep draft harbor.
They spun inland but found the same identical issues with Gamma that they did with Omega. The crops that were planted over ninety percent of the fields were geared towards 'sin' crops of marijuana, and tobacco. Sugar cane was planted in lower more humid areas, and certain grain crops in the northern extremes.
They shifted their flight plan to head farther north. Gamma was more heavily forested in the transition space between human and spider zones and they were afraid of the same destruction may have befallen that zone in Gamma.
They were traversing a large village of Kolochava. It sat at the crossroads of two well-traveled roads. Two arteries of commerce that stretched one from North to South and the other East to West. It was the first of any large settlements they had seen since leaving the coast.
He unbuckled his seat and leaned towards Percy. She plucked her headphones off to hear him. It figured that only one set of headphones were serviceable.
"I want to grab my Pad. I should have been writing notes all this time, not just sightseeing," DB told her as he wiggled free of the cockpit and headed down through the combined personnel and cargo space.
'what a piece of shit shuttle they gave me," he thought for the umpteenth time. He knew it was not personal. They grabbed and tried to rehab anything they could. This was really the shuttle meant for the UN delegation.
'Hell, the damn thing now had the big blue and white UN symbols painted on the side. Might as well paint on a bullseye," he thought as he reached the rear where he had thrown his backpack. As he started his return there was a huge explosion at the left nacelle. Shrapnel had sliced through the fuselage and he could see several fist sized holes and the fire at the engine.
The shuttle started to spin to the left as the right engine continued to provide power. He was slammed by centrifugal force onto the left side of cargo bay. He missed the bulkhead by inches. He pulled himself up using the forces of the limited artificial gravity to crawl over the first bulkhead and move towards the cockpit. He could see Percy fighting the controls and doing everything she could to stabilize the ship.
A second blast ripped a hole in the cockpit, splattering bits of Percy all over what was left of the cockpit and into the cargo bay. He watched helplessly as the shuttle spun out of control and the ground rush towards him from several thousand feet up. He was thrust back against the side of the cargo bay and lost all hope.
As the shuttle plummeted and neared the ground, he felt a slight shift and a light bump.
He was supine on a grassy rolling knoll. The sun was at his back and there was a slight fragrant breeze floating past him.
Seated in a lotus form in front of him was the mystical Grell scholar.
"Good day, my child of the stars. You have had quite the auspicious start for one so young and so naive in the way of the universe. May I ask you to impart your feelings for what you have learned as of late?"
"Huh?" stated DB in his most un-grownup voice. Afterall, he was about to die a moment before, or maybe he was dead?
"Am I dead and is this heaven?" asked DB
The scholar cocked his head and then chuckled, "No, you are not dead child. I reached in and lifted you. Why didn't you do it yourself?"
DB realized the Scholar was right, he knew he could have. He just became so frightened he forgot he could.
"Ah, you are still learning your powers," the Scholar answered for him, "You have much to learn and experience. It will be enjoyable to watch you as the changes and learning take place."
The Scholar was silent for a moment, "I have broken my own rules of interference with you, but I believe I was in the right. You have much to provide this world. Even after all the millennia, violence is still the answer for so many." The scholar smiled at DB and then continued, "Protect yourself, my child of the stars, and continue to learn and teach."
The grassy knoll vanished, and he was knee deep on the edge of a stream. He was face down on the stream bank. His nose was filled with the acrid smell of burning plastic.
He tried to move and screamed. There was a burning sensation on his left side and left arm.
"Quiet you fool, or they will find us," he looked up and could only see a furry pair of legs covered partially by a kilt and a pair of rough spun grey panties. He turned his head and saw his sleeve was covered in blood but now wrapped in that same rough spun fabric.
"How bad am I?" questioned Drew in a very raspy voice.
"Alive and we do not know how. The whole village saw the shuttle come down. There is no way for you to survive that crash, but here you are, alive. I found you and then sent others for a cart and some additional help. I could not lift and carry you back to the house."
She was quiet for a bit, "What is your name boy?"
"DB" he responded coughing and hacking, "May I have some water please?" he could feel it running over his legs and that just caused his thirst to become greater.
"It will hurt to turn you over. Do you want me to do that?" she asked. He nodded his head the best he could and grunted.
He had to clamp down hard, because it fucking hurt, but she got him turned so he was looking at a grayish sky and could see the smoke plume off to his left.
He lifted his head and saw her bending down at the creek to cup water in her hands.
The first thought that came to mind was, 'she has a really cute behind.'
She turned and caught him looking and smirked. "Males! Almost kill you, and yet you check out my arse!"
She leaned over him and fed him the water. DB could not speak for a moment, he was awe struck, "Your beautiful!" he blurted out.
