Semua Bab Dark Goddess: Bab 11 - Bab 20

“ What is it actually made of? ”The question came from Relaf the Emeraner, the man next to Sitha.Franak was repeating what he knew and that wasn't much. “Commander SeFrin will tell us the details as we approach Yssar's orbit. We should deal with the plans for the mining station. ”“ What is being mined on the planet? ”Asked a delicate woman with pale skin and silvery hair.“Eleftrin, which is important for the Enigma interuniversal space technology”, Franak replied, “Nadar, the plans please.” In the center of the circular room, a three-dimensional, partially transparent model of the building complex became visible, which was eagerly studied by the crew. Fortunately, the facility was manageable, the corridor system in the central building with the crew's common rooms was rather simple. The topology of the area was also of interest in case a surprise attack on the pirates in the buildings should take pla

In the center of the room a small but intense point of light appeared, which quickly expanded and took on the slender shape of an unusual young woman. She sat in the Vis a Vis armchair and wore a light-looking, turquoise, floor-length dress without sleeves, had very white skin and golden, hip-length hair. Her irises were as golden as her hair and they completely filled her large eyes. The pupils were slit vertically and every now and then they were covered by a nictitating membrane that closed outwards from the inner corner of the eye. Her eyelids, however, stayed open all the time. She smiled at Tjonre with blood-red lips, her long, fine, pointed upper canines clearly visible. Tjonre had designed Talira himself and was proud of the result. She replied in a pleasant, warm and full voice: "Hello Tjonre, how are you?""Hypothermic, shivering, horrible actually." The air around Tjonre immediately became warmer. "How are you?" He asked."Both the ferry and the mother ship

“You sent the code, as discussed!” Shouted Araissa, “that means you are inside - and apparently unnoticed until now. Galaxy! How stupid this Commander ToÖren is! ”“ You can be very convincing, princess! ”Said the muscular, dark-clad bald man who was lounging on a sofa opposite her and holding a glass of Nijem wine in his hand. He owed his nickname “battering ram” to the fact that he had already smashed countless nasal bones with his hard skull. He was a pirate feared everywhere and proud of it. He wanted to be known, in contrast to his playmate, who liked to change her identity. Acting was in her blood, as was unscrupulousness. Anyone who knew her in spite of her changing roles knew that she did not deserve the endearing word “princess” that her lover used so fondly and that had finally become generally accepted. She was a beast. But it was unwise to tell her that. Besides, you could be both - a princess and a

Yssar Franak had participated in what seemed to him an infinite number of highly realistic simulations, which were quite similar to the situation he was now facing. He had always done well and that made him feel secure now. They were in the corridor to the central dome, Sitha next to him, the other three behind. At a running pace they covered the distance to the next lock that was supposed to give them access to the central dome. Just before they got there, the alarm went off, a piercing howl. At the same time the lock was locked."On the ground!" Franak commanded and the well-rehearsed team obeyed immediately. He ran on himself, took a hemispherical, palm-sized sticky mine from his gun belt and attached it to the circular gate. He set the timer to fifteen seconds and then was in a great hurry to get away from the portal and throw himself to the ground as well. Shortly thereafter, the detonation took place, despite th

“ Can you imagine why your parents were killed? ”“ No, ”replied the girl,“ but others lived in the apartment and smashed everything. You were looking for something! But they sold the valuable things together with me. ”“ Do you have any idea what they were looking for? ”Tjonre had a notion that he could not verify at the moment.“No,” she said, “I had no insight into my father's work. What can a historian have that is worth murdering? ”“ Have you ever met such creatures again? The kind the killers were? ”She shook her head and looked scared. "No, luckily not."While she was talking about the fate of her parents, Tjonre had taken her hands again and, in the brief pause that followed, was considering whether he should let go of her again. Since he could not think of a compelling reason why he should do this, he decided against it. He looked briefly at the ho