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Authors: David Allen Kimmel
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Galacticount parking structure, for what he hoped was not the last time.
Chapter 10
Not From Anywhere on Earth
Henry washed down the last bite of his sandwich with a final swig of his soda, then reached over and turned off the radio, which had been blasting rock music from his favorite childhood station. He reached into the glove compartment, removed the .357 magnum and the single box of bullets he’d purchased specifically for this occasion. A slight smile crossed his face as he checked to make sure the safety was on before loading each of the gun’s six chambers.
No sense in blowing a hole in my leg before I’m ready to put one through my head, he thought.
He got out of the car and walked over to his paintings. There were nineteen large and twelve smaller works; he’d been busy over the last two weeks, no doubt about that. He slowly reviewed each painting, inspecting them in much the same way he imagined a military commander might inspect his troops before sending them into battle. By the time he’d looked them all over, a sense of detached satisfaction came over him. He knew they were good, better than anything he’d ever done before. Certainly as good as anything he’d seen at a gallery or museum.
In another time and place, Henry’s satisfaction would have been tainted with the sorrow and resentment that came from knowing his work, as good as it was, would never be seen by those who might appreciate it. Knowing that if he’d only had the right connections, he could possibly have had a real exhibit somewhere, perhaps even have sold some of his work, maybe even enough to make a living. But his current state of calm would not allow him to step back into such sadness. Thoughts of this kind no longer mattered. A few minutes from now nothing would ever matter again.
Standing in the midst of his works, Henry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He lifted the revolver to click the safety off, but before he could do so, a high-pitched whining sound from above caught his attention. He looked up, but failed to locate its source at first. After several minutes, in which the sound grew continually louder, he saw a small object descending rapidly and coming directly toward him.
As it got closer, Henry could see that the object was a ship of some sort. A craft unlike anything he’d ever seen before. He tried to dismiss the crazy notion of this being some sort of alien spaceship—it was probably just some new airplane the military was testing. But as it got closer, all doubt left his mind; this ship was not from anywhere on Earth.
Chapter 11
A Single Irtling
Gsefx watched his screen intently as he struggled to control his ship. Descending through the planet’s atmosphere without a functioning attitude control was difficult enough, but he also had to avoid any encounters with native air traffic. Considering he had no idea what their air ships looked like, or how fast they might travel, he had to stay sharp all the way to the ground. Thankfully, Irt’s small population meant relatively clear skyways. All things considered, things were going pretty well so far, but as he got closer to the ground and the planet’s gravitational forces grew increasingly stronger, he found it even more difficult to maintain control of his vehicle.
As he guided his ship downward, he also scanned for sentient life-forms on the ground. From what he could tell, it appeared there were no natives close enough to observe his landing, which was a good thing. A very good thing. Like Gsefx, most of this planet’s inhabitants seemed to prefer living close together in large urban settings. This location had been as far away from those population centers as he could find, while still offering a reasonable possibility of having the materials he needed to fix his ship.
He was nearly to the ground, ready to breathe a sigh of relief at his good fortune, when his console lit up with a warning, and the screen zoomed in on the lone figure of what
Chapter 10
Not From Anywhere on Earth
Henry washed down the last bite of his sandwich with a final swig of his soda, then reached over and turned off the radio, which had been blasting rock music from his favorite childhood station. He reached into the glove compartment, removed the .357 magnum and the single box of bullets he’d purchased specifically for this occasion. A slight smile crossed his face as he checked to make sure the safety was on before loading each of the gun’s six chambers.
No sense in blowing a hole in my leg before I’m ready to put one through my head, he thought.
He got out of the car and walked over to his paintings. There were nineteen large and twelve smaller works; he’d been busy over the last two weeks, no doubt about that. He slowly reviewed each painting, inspecting them in much the same way he imagined a military commander might inspect his troops before sending them into battle. By the time he’d looked them all over, a sense of detached satisfaction came over him. He knew they were good, better than anything he’d ever done before. Certainly as good as anything he’d seen at a gallery or museum.
In another time and place, Henry’s satisfaction would have been tainted with the sorrow and resentment that came from knowing his work, as good as it was, would never be seen by those who might appreciate it. Knowing that if he’d only had the right connections, he could possibly have had a real exhibit somewhere, perhaps even have sold some of his work, maybe even enough to make a living. But his current state of calm would not allow him to step back into such sadness. Thoughts of this kind no longer mattered. A few minutes from now nothing would ever matter again.
Standing in the midst of his works, Henry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He lifted the revolver to click the safety off, but before he could do so, a high-pitched whining sound from above caught his attention. He looked up, but failed to locate its source at first. After several minutes, in which the sound grew continually louder, he saw a small object descending rapidly and coming directly toward him.
As it got closer, Henry could see that the object was a ship of some sort. A craft unlike anything he’d ever seen before. He tried to dismiss the crazy notion of this being some sort of alien spaceship—it was probably just some new airplane the military was testing. But as it got closer, all doubt left his mind; this ship was not from anywhere on Earth.
Chapter 11
A Single Irtling
Gsefx watched his screen intently as he struggled to control his ship. Descending through the planet’s atmosphere without a functioning attitude control was difficult enough, but he also had to avoid any encounters with native air traffic. Considering he had no idea what their air ships looked like, or how fast they might travel, he had to stay sharp all the way to the ground. Thankfully, Irt’s small population meant relatively clear skyways. All things considered, things were going pretty well so far, but as he got closer to the ground and the planet’s gravitational forces grew increasingly stronger, he found it even more difficult to maintain control of his vehicle.
As he guided his ship downward, he also scanned for sentient life-forms on the ground. From what he could tell, it appeared there were no natives close enough to observe his landing, which was a good thing. A very good thing. Like Gsefx, most of this planet’s inhabitants seemed to prefer living close together in large urban settings. This location had been as far away from those population centers as he could find, while still offering a reasonable possibility of having the materials he needed to fix his ship.
He was nearly to the ground, ready to breathe a sigh of relief at his good fortune, when his console lit up with a warning, and the screen zoomed in on the lone figure of what
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