“Poor things,” Jorgen said. “I wonder if they bring the delvers pain.” He paused. Was there a way to get to some of the slugs before the delvers did? Dared he risk his people for that? It was why they’d come here. They could try to grab at least a few of those taynix before leaving. He moved to give the order, but was interrupted.
“Sir!” a man called from the comm station. “You’ll want to see this, sir!”
“What is it?” he asked, striding over with Rinakin and a swarm of kitsen generals. Even Ironsides joined them, peeking over his shoulder.
On the screen was a shot of the surface of Detritus. He felt sick as he saw the small delver ships appearing there. Of course. They ignored inhibition fields. Spensa had said that the shield around Starsight had delayed the delver that attacked there for a time, but Detritus’s shell had been no match for the one that had struck it in that old recording.
He couldn’t stop the delvers. If they wanted Detritus, they could take it. As evidenced by them appearing by thethousandon the surface.
“Time to scramble reserves,” he said. “We…wait. What are they doing? Can we zoom in?”
“I can move the drone closer,” the comms officer said, ordering it.
As it drew in, Jorgen could make out what the delver ships were doing. Each was depositing ataynixsafely on the surface of Detritus. Then hyperjumping away.
He looked to the others, who seemed baffled.
“So, they’rehelpingnow?” Rinakin said. “You see, optimism was warranted!”
“You might be right,” Jorgen said, looking back at the screen as increasing numbers of the slugs were dropped off safely, apparently having beenrescuedby the delvers. “I’ll admit, there was one element I wasn’t factoring in earlier that may have changed my expectations.”
“And what is that?” Rinakin asked.
“I’d momentarily forgotten,” Jorgen said, with a smile, “that Spensa was involved.”
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I knew that some of the delvers hadn’t accepted our help. I wasn’t certain how many, but some. Those had lingered on the perimeter of the nowhere. Then they’d vanished, hiding again instead of accepting comfort and change.
Yes, they were people all right. A very different kind of people, but prone to the same inclinations. The majority changed for the better, fortunately. Some accepted it faster than the others, and those went to help the taynix. The slugs were first terrified, then relieved, their voices echoing in my mind. The delvers were rescuing the slugs trapped in the inhibitor stations.
But where was Brade? I pulled out of the nowhere. Found myself kneeling in a broken room, empty save for the rubble from our strange duel.
I double-checked and…I was…me?
Yeah, I was certain now. No more delver in my soul. It felt like taking off a blanket and exposing my sweaty skin to the air. It wasn’t abadfeeling. Just odd.
I stumbled to my feet, then something appeared in my hands. A soft yellow-and-blue slug about the size of a loaf of bread.
“Doomslug!” I said.
“Doomslug!” she fluted.
I gave her a hug, though my left arm screamed in pain. Scud, I’d been shot—between the adrenaline and the subsequent communication with the delvers, I’d forgotten. Granted, it had been a grazing blow, but it stillhurt.
Well, it seemed the delvers were taking the inhibitor slugs to safety. Which meant that despite lacking a delver in my soul, I could hyperjump out of here and get back to the others.
Before I did though, a voice entered my mind.
Miss Nightshade?Chet asked.We have a problem.
“Of course we do,” I said with a sigh. “What is it?”
A short time ago, Brade contacted the main station via commslug. That slug just relayed what she said. The poor thing isquitealarmed, I must say. Brade intends to execute all of the slugs inside the station itself. Which is shielded. So…
“So no help from the delvers?” I asked.
They can break through a shield, as I attempted to do on Starsight so long ago, but it will take them time. I’m trying to explain the danger to my kin, but I fear we shall be too late to act upon this distressing turn. Spensa…Brade is flying there in person to see the order carried out.