Supreme Leader of Anstractor: A Sci-Fantasy Space Adventure (The New Phase Book 3) by Greg Dragon
Authors: Greg Dragon
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bright. Maes, now human and awake, opened his eyes and found that he was inside another tank. The water tickled his nose, and he felt the strange sensation of its harsh properties being forced down into his lungs and then out again through his nostrils. His eyes could only see a blurry version of the outside of the tank and he immediately missed his own Geralos eyes.
But he felt strong, and he moved around to test this and it felt good. When he kicked his arms and legs he noticed that one of his arms was stronger than the other. He wanted to look down, to see what his whole body looked like, but the memory of what he had seen earlier frightened him and it took him several attempts to glance down at it.
If the female Geralos that stood watching the floating body of what used to be Laern Cobo—now Maes Van Senthyn—had been less composed she would have bust out laughing. Here in front of her was the greatest spymaster of the Geralos military in the body of a human, floating around in a tank but fascinated with the size of his own—
Maes Van Senthyn looked up quickly when he felt eyes on him and remembered that his rescuer was still in the vicinity. He swam to the top of the tank, tried to push open the lid, and then gestured to her to get him out. She nodded obediently and went back to the panel. After several slides and pushes of objects on the hovering display, she finally managed to activate the right mechanism and the liquid started to drain slowly from his tank.
When the water was only as high as his torso, Maes’s lungs rebelled against the forced oxygen he was trying to breathe. The pain inside his chest was worse than anything he had ever felt and he fell to his knees and plunged his face into the diminishing liquid, sucking in as much as he could manage. This, of course, was futile and before long he was rolling around on the bottom of the tank, vomiting pink liquid and screaming in pain at the torture tearing up his chest.
This lasted for five long minutes.
When he could open his eyes and enjoy the air that now worked its way in and out of his lungs, he saw that the Geralos woman was an older officer. She had on a pilot’s mask and an air-filter mechanism on her back, and she was handing him a towel and the clothes of a Phaser. He snatched the towel and did his best to dry himself before slipping on a 3B suit. When he was finished he walked over to a mirror and examined the face that looked back at him.
“Is this one considered handsome by the humans?” he mused, and the woman walked around to the side of the mirror and regarded him.
“It’s hard to tell with these soft skins, my lord. Forgive my words but all I see when I look at you is a disgusting human that I should be eating.”
Maes looked over at her and grinned proudly. He was thinking the same thing when he first saw himself but then a wave of surprise came over him. He recognized the face as one of the last Phasers that had tried to fight him prior to losing Meluvia. He considered the irony and found it fitting. Wouldn’t it be glorious to use this body, this identity that was no doubt seen as some sort of hero, as a pawn to bring about the reclamation of Vestalia? He backed up and made a sweeping gesture of thanks to the Makers, and the female Geralos did the same.
“What is your name, officer? I would like to know how to address my future partner in the destruction of the human race,” he said.
“I am Lasae Almont, lord, second officer to—”
“To me,” Maes interrupted, his human face so strange in the way it looked speaking their language that Lasae could barely contain herself. “You want no part of our military, Lasae. They are blind, weak, and fat from all the Rilas fruit. I will need you to return and inform them of what I am and what I intend to do. Find Ari Groatrath of the Crak-Ti Corps; he is the only one I will speak to besides yourself, and he will know what to do.”
“How will I get there, lord? How am I to
But he felt strong, and he moved around to test this and it felt good. When he kicked his arms and legs he noticed that one of his arms was stronger than the other. He wanted to look down, to see what his whole body looked like, but the memory of what he had seen earlier frightened him and it took him several attempts to glance down at it.
If the female Geralos that stood watching the floating body of what used to be Laern Cobo—now Maes Van Senthyn—had been less composed she would have bust out laughing. Here in front of her was the greatest spymaster of the Geralos military in the body of a human, floating around in a tank but fascinated with the size of his own—
Maes Van Senthyn looked up quickly when he felt eyes on him and remembered that his rescuer was still in the vicinity. He swam to the top of the tank, tried to push open the lid, and then gestured to her to get him out. She nodded obediently and went back to the panel. After several slides and pushes of objects on the hovering display, she finally managed to activate the right mechanism and the liquid started to drain slowly from his tank.
When the water was only as high as his torso, Maes’s lungs rebelled against the forced oxygen he was trying to breathe. The pain inside his chest was worse than anything he had ever felt and he fell to his knees and plunged his face into the diminishing liquid, sucking in as much as he could manage. This, of course, was futile and before long he was rolling around on the bottom of the tank, vomiting pink liquid and screaming in pain at the torture tearing up his chest.
This lasted for five long minutes.
When he could open his eyes and enjoy the air that now worked its way in and out of his lungs, he saw that the Geralos woman was an older officer. She had on a pilot’s mask and an air-filter mechanism on her back, and she was handing him a towel and the clothes of a Phaser. He snatched the towel and did his best to dry himself before slipping on a 3B suit. When he was finished he walked over to a mirror and examined the face that looked back at him.
“Is this one considered handsome by the humans?” he mused, and the woman walked around to the side of the mirror and regarded him.
“It’s hard to tell with these soft skins, my lord. Forgive my words but all I see when I look at you is a disgusting human that I should be eating.”
Maes looked over at her and grinned proudly. He was thinking the same thing when he first saw himself but then a wave of surprise came over him. He recognized the face as one of the last Phasers that had tried to fight him prior to losing Meluvia. He considered the irony and found it fitting. Wouldn’t it be glorious to use this body, this identity that was no doubt seen as some sort of hero, as a pawn to bring about the reclamation of Vestalia? He backed up and made a sweeping gesture of thanks to the Makers, and the female Geralos did the same.
“What is your name, officer? I would like to know how to address my future partner in the destruction of the human race,” he said.
“I am Lasae Almont, lord, second officer to—”
“To me,” Maes interrupted, his human face so strange in the way it looked speaking their language that Lasae could barely contain herself. “You want no part of our military, Lasae. They are blind, weak, and fat from all the Rilas fruit. I will need you to return and inform them of what I am and what I intend to do. Find Ari Groatrath of the Crak-Ti Corps; he is the only one I will speak to besides yourself, and he will know what to do.”
“How will I get there, lord? How am I to
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