Chapter 2
Akita
"Did you see that? Did you see what I did?" Celaura screams at me from across the newly implemented race track, and I laugh as she stands up on the hover-bike she's riding. She guides it with her knees and whips around to face me, hands waving excitedly in the air while she races back toward me, "I was
flying
!"
"That was amazing Cela!" I shout back as I catch up to her on my own bike. The girl is a natural. She took to the bike like it was her second half, and now its all she ever wants to do, "Did you know that other planets have hover races? You could enter and win prizes!"
"Really? I wanna go! Can I join a race, Akita? Can I
please
?"
"You have to ask father about that,"
She whines in that pitiful little voice she uses when she doesn't get her way, and it makes me wish I could tell her yes. But I know better than that. Father may tolerate our unseemly hobbies with quiet disdain, but he would never allow my baby sister to leave the planet for anything.
especially
something as dangerous as hover racing. I can't say I blame him in that. She's only thirteen, and the world outside of our tiny solar system is a dangerous place. Just four years ago, we had no idea anything existed beyond our own sky. When the union appeared, many of the older generation thought it was the end of the world. The first man to exit the star ship was so strangely exotic, that for a moment we thought Shaza himself decided to grace us with his presence. I had never seen such a pale person before, and it was the most fascinating discovery that there were other people out there that looked so drastically different from us. My wonder was shared by very few of my people, but our need for fresh water and tools overrode their prejudices.
I, like the others of my generation, am excited about the new influx of technology, and living in Shaz'kur gives my sisters and I an opportunity to play with the new toys Shaza has been given. So far, my interest lies in the weaponry. I just acquired a set of Ulitium throwing knives, and I'm saving up for one of the battery charged solar pistols on display at the utility shop by the market. The gun is worth one hundred and fifty caps, and I only have eighty so far. I've been washing dishes at the local diner to earn what I can, but five caps and hour isn't much, especially when I only work on the weekends.
"Akita," Shanta calls from between the wall of buildings to our left, and I skid to a stop, "Father wants Cela to come with us to the outer district. The red man is supposed to arrive soon, and we are to escort him to the capital,"
"His name is not 'the red man' Shanta." I chide my other sister as I turn to catch up with Cela. She's too far away to hear anything, so I speed up to catch her, "Cela! its time to go. You have to go and meet Zaroi now,"
"Awe!" she whines again as she flips around to head back toward the city, and I follow suit, "Do I have to? He's so big and scary looking!"
"Cela, that's very rude of you. From what father says, he is a nice man," I reply with a frown as we park our bikes in the charging ports at the edge of the track, "You two should hurry. You don't want to be late. A lot is riding on this meeting,"
"I don't understand why Shaza's Tears are such a big deal to the sky people. There's so much of it, and they act like its so important," Cela snaps with a pout, but moves to follow Shanta toward the carriage waiting for them in the street, "And why do you get to stay, Akita? its not fair!"
"You know why, Cela," Shanta replies before I can say anything. She shoots me an apologetic look before turning to tug Cela toward the carriage. I know Launa is waiting for them inside, and she is the last person I want to see right now. Or ever.
I grimace as I turn toward to practice targets sitting at the far end of the field. I lift a throwing knife from my belt and heft it at the bulls eye, ticking in irritation as it lands two inches to the left of the center mark. I shouldn't be angry at Cela, I know she doesn't understand. But every day I am reminded how much of a disgrace I am. A
bastard
child, born of some unwitting girl that my father fucked on a dunk outing one time while he was fighting with his wife. Its bad enough that Tetinari hated me, as I was a living reminder of their broken marriage, but the fact that my older sister Launa hates me too makes it so much worse. I thought it would end once Tetinari died five years ago, but Launa simply picked up where she left off. The worst part is knowing that my mother was banished to the Shadowlands, and sacrificed for their mistakes so that Shaza might forgive my father his trespasses. All I have left of her is the name she gave me. I will never know her, and I will never forget what I am. I'm not allowed to. Launa blamed me for all of her parents fights, and even now she never fails to remind me that I'm the biggest mistake our father ever made. She was three years old when I was born, and we have never gotten along. I chuck another knife at the target, and it slides right into the red circle at the center.
Better
.
"Nice shot,"
I spin around and find a giant red beast of a man perched on a hover-bike behind me. I grimace at how easily he was able to sneak up on me. I didn't even hear him coming. After the initial shock of his appearance subsides, I blanch as recognition hits me. This is Zaroi, the merchant who was supposed to be meeting my sisters in the outer district. What is he doing here? He hitches his bike to a free charging port, and I can't help but marvel at how massive he is. After finding out about his arrival, I took the time to do a bit of research on his race, and I have to say that the pictures don't do him justice at all. Standing at about seven feet, he is a tower of bulky muscle. His skin is the color of fire, and he has a deep crimson mane of hair that falls about his shoulders. His tail whips about him in a nervous manner and I can't help but compare him to the
Kanua
, a wild cat found in the northern side of the Shaza. He looks fierce and frightening, but that lopsided smile of his tells me that aside from his frightening appearance, he is still just a man. His eyes are as yellow as the sun, and when the light hits them they look as gold as the metal. I find that strange since all of the Orahkans I've seen in the pictures have brown eyes. I take a look at his attire and smile. He is wearing the fur vest and loose cotton pants that signify a Shazarine official, probably in an attempt to show respect to our people.
Very smart of him. He's already doing better than the last man who came for the Tears.
"What is an Orahkan doing in Shaz'kur?" I ask, feigning ignorance. It would be better that he doesn't know who I am. Father would be very displeased if he found out Zaroi met with me, and he would be even more angry if the merchant discovered who I was. As far as Zaroi is concerned, I don't exist. His smile widens even more, and I imagine that he is pleased that I know of his heritage.
"I am searching for the outer district. I am here to meet with the Shazar's three daughters,"