The Last Narkoy: Gathow: Book 2 by Elizabeth Price (good e books to read .txt) 📗

He turned to her, his dark eyes like saucers of ink. He blinked several times, clearing his vision. “Chadon,” he gulped.

“You’re relieved. Go home and sleep,” she ordered.

Too exhausted to even talk, he simply nodded and slipped away into the elevator. Sedom chuckled to herself, amused at how many people were willing to obey her command and how many people also couldn’t.

She glanced over to Tremble, who remained by the elevator. “Could you turn on the lights?” she asked. Moments later, the bridge brightened with several rows of lights above.

Sedom glanced over the com cabinet, out the windows which surrounded it the circular bridge. It was the tallest building in Gathow’s first level and completely surrounded by glass. It allowed for spectacular views of the city below. At first, it shocked her seeing people walking around below, but then it actually calmed her. Things were starting to fall into place.

A bright blue light pulsated on the communications console, catching Sedom’s eye. She slipped into the chair, finding it uncomfortably warm, and tapped the com. “Corin to Gathow,” came Qilo’s voice.

“This is Gathow. Go ahead,” she returned over the com.

“Requesting permission to dock. We have over five-hundred and eighty-seven souls on board,” Qilo returned.

Sedom froze for a moment, unsure of what to say. They were bringing all of the Underground personnel back on the Corin? Of course they were. How were they going to transport them from the moon down to Gathow?

“Uh…” she paused, unsure of her orders. “Hover and unload passengers in ship bay one. I will clear you a ship to return back from Nogoana after the transfer is complete,” she decided.

On board the Corin, Danstu turned to Qilo, asking if the Chadon was crazy. He shrugged. “Commencing with hover mode,” he called out. “I suggest you tell everyone to prepare to jump. It’s going to be a little bumpy,” he explained.

“Are you serious?” Danstu returned in a panic.

Cidele chuckled, knowing full well Qilo was playing with him. “No silly. It will be fine. Come on,” she encouraged, waving him to follow her.

He followed her to the back of the ship where a large section had opened up, revealing the ship bay. Although a little bumpy due to the water of the waterfalls beating down on the ship, she had no problem stepping out into the ship bay.

“Follow me everyone,” she called out to the group. The large group of Underground personnel all gathered their belongings and followed Cidele off of the ship.

Danstu remained a moment longer, waiting for everyone to leave. As soon as he stepped off the ship, Qilo lifted off. Shortly after, Zion and Rosanheer landed, taxing into their designated parking locations.

Rosanheer jumped down off his ship, tossing his helmet into the cockpit. “I love working for the Tasgool!” he exclaimed.

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Sedom watched from the bridge as Cidele and Danstu escorted over five-hundred men, women and a few children into Gathow. The orbs instantly dropped down, surrounding the group. At first, it caused Sedom slight concern. Her finger was on the button, ready to call in her orders to the orbs just in case.

“Okay, Keriney, let’s see how you handle this situation,” she whispered to herself, even though she knew Tremble could hear her. She was curious how both Zion and Danstu were going to handle the situation, considering she gave them both clearance the night before they left.

Zion froze as the orbs hovered around him, while Danstu removed his access card, holding it up to the orbs. “Keriney, Danstu, level eight clearance,” he called out as he allowed the orbs to scan the card.

“Access orbs, section six-two-common,” Sedom called out. The computer before blinked on with the image of ten orbs in that section. “Sound and visual from lead,” she ordered

The screen blinked, showing an image of Danstu talking to the lead orb. “Level four clearances for all newcomers. Scan and develop personnel profiles on all newcomers accessible only by level seven and above,” he ordered the orbs.

“Why didn’t I think of creating a database of personnel profiles?” she muttered, frustrated she didn’t think of it.

“Cidele?” Danstu called out, attempting to find her within the crowd. She raised her hand near a table, located in front of the cafeteria. “If everyone will follow Cidele, she will arrange your housing assignments. We will be handing out assignments starting tomorrow,” he called out over the crowd.

Along with Zion and Rosanheer’s help, they guided their new recruits towards the cafeteria. Two orbs remained beside Danstu, scanning every person as they passed.

Cidele hurried over to him. “Terman and Nokinil are helping with the housing assignments. Thankfully, they organized it all while we were gone. We’re going to need a better way of handling recruits in the future,” she mentioned in a whisper to Danstu. “This is ridiculous, not to mention embarrassing.”

“They know we’re new to this, but regardless, you’re correct. We’re going to need a better way of handling a lot of Gathow’s operations in the future,” Danstu said.

“Thank goodness this is all the people they gave us. I’m not sure how we’re going to handle anymore,” Cidele mentioned.

“Uh, about that…” Danstu moved Cidele to the side. “Once we’re finished here, I hate to ask you, but I’m going to need about six-hundred more units cleaned and ready for more recruits,” Danstu said. “I made arrangements for another group, mainly pilots. I figured it would make the Chadon’s day,” he mentioned.

Cidele’s face lost a little color. “It would, but… by when?” she asked sternly.

“Four days?” Danstu ordered, but made his voice sound like a question to help soften the blow.

Cidele wanted to scream out her frustrations. “And I thought working for the Chadon was a pain. Look, it takes three orbs and two men to clean