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Da Portal of Darkness Epilogue | |
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Da Portal Of Darkness Epilogue |
Hazug watched as the boxlike human shuttlecraft touched down in the field, its pilot keeping the engines running just in case he had to lift off suddenly. It had taken some persuading, along with surrendering much of Hazug’s share of the loot from the battle with the marines to get warboss Kazkal Kromag to order the orbiting starships to hold their fire long enough for the human vessel lurking at the outskirts of the system to come here long enough to retrieve Jarr. The human assassin’s injuries were too severe to be treated by the doctors of Git Town, and the only way he could survive was to be evacuated off world. As it was the man had only remained conscious just long enough to be able to signal his ship after being told that he could. So now Hazug stood here surrounded by humans, most of them from Thayne’s constabulary who had driven them here in a vehicle sold to them by Hazug that morning, waiting to ensure that the shuttle arrived and departed according to plan. The rear ramp of the shuttle dropped open and a human stepped down it. “Hurry up,” the man called out, “the captain doesn’t want us kept here any longer than necessary,” and four of Thayne’s men rushed towards the open hatchway carrying the assassin on a stretcher between them. With Jarr loaded aboard and the rear ramp sealed again, the shuttle pilot took of straight away, and Hazug watched as it rapidly gained altitude and eventually disappeared from sight. “Archon,” the voice of his reptilian bodyguard hissed, and Shraycht opened his eyes. “What is it now?” he asked. “He has returned lord.” Shraycht sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bed, “Allow him in,” he ordered as he got to his feet. The room was carefully lit, the entire ceiling being a massive lighting panel that cast its light straight down without and nearly eliminate all shadow. Certainly leaving too little for beings such as the one now wanting an audience from entering by any means other than the guarded doorway. “Well,” Shraycht said as his guest entered, “what did you find?” The newcomer was similar in build to Shraycht, taller and thinner than humans, but while the archon’s flesh was deathly pale his guest's was near black, with mysterious runic patterns shifting across it. “Pain,” the mandrake replied, “and souls for the taking.” “Millions,” the mandrake answered, and Shraycht began to laugh. |
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