"Dr. Jemaina, allow me to introduce myself. I am Jickaza Stargazer, brother to Zacari Stargazer. Usually the women go together through decon, but my sister through bond is the only female on board. So I will accompany you." Upon closer inspection he really looked a bit similar to Zac. Same brown eyes, his skin was a lot lighter than Zac's dark moss green though.
"Pleased to meet you, Jickaza Stargazer." I smiled, rose and walked beside him out of the meeting room. Inside the space ship there was not much to see except a short empty corridor. It ended in a wall with several doors that sported glowing writing in Razzan. Decontamination unit 1, 2, 3 and so on. Jickaza chose the second unit and the door opened at his verbal command and closed again behind me. Behind the door lay a small room. Two boxes on a transport band were waiting for our clothes.
I made short work of stripping and threw my dirty and bloodstained clothing in one of the containers. Beside me, Jickaza did likewise. He was stealthy about it but I got a glimpse of the weapons he put away. Some kind of gun and a knife.
"The jewellery as well, please," he said when I turned to the inner door. I rose an eyebrow at him. He looked slightly apologetic.
"Protocol, I am sorry. The captain is very strict about this."
"It's ok. I wouldn't want any strange bugs on my ship either." I dug my vest back out of the heap and deposited my nose stone, earrings and neck chain in the same pocket as the credit stick and the chronometer. Only my data pad was sadly missing from the familiar assembly.
"They'll be cleaning the shuttle by now. I hope you didn't forget anything in there. Sometimes the crews just throw it away." He grinned at me, stark naked. He was well built, but less bulky than Zac. Probably got his muscles from working out rather than work. His hair was black . Oh, hair, I nearly forgot. I reached up with one hand and pulled the clasp out that held my hair back. It drives me insane when I have strands hanging in my face when working. I threw the clasp on top of my clothes and closed the container.
"Shower time!" Jickaza announced as he closed his container as well and shoved both into a slot in the wall. We went through three consecutive rooms with di fferent solvent showers that made my skin tingle. Next came the stomach and intestine cleansing. I stared at my cup malevolently.
"All the wonderful things that get invented and this stu ff still tastes like machine grease. I think they're doing it on purpose." I grumbled. Jickaza laughed and downed his in one go. He shuddered theatrically and winked at me. Smiling I followed his example. Machine grease with a touch of decaying greenery. Ugh.
Finally we were released into a water shower room. I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes as warm water rained on me from all sides. This was my fi rst water shower in ... metals know how long. Dura wasn't exactly a humid place, so it must have been back before I left for the assignment. Well over a standardised year ago. My husband had joined me for that last shower. The memory made me feel warm inside and I suddenly acutely missed him.
Freshly scrubbed, dried and clean we emerged into the dressing room. I opened the containers and frowned. My things were gone. Instead of my sturdy brown and grey mining outfi t, bright red fabric shone at me. A transparent box on top of the clothes contained the contents of my vest.
"What the metals? Where are my clothes?!"
"Look here, they confiscated mine as well. Just as well, the colour was awful." He pulled out a tunic that was so yellow it practically shone. Starbursts and comets were steamed into it and scintillated as he pulled the garment over his head. A rich brown trouser with golden embroidery followed. As he began to strap on his weapons again, I gave in and took the red thing out of the container.
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"Pleased to meet you, Jickaza Stargazer." I smiled, rose and walked beside him out of the meeting room. Inside the space ship there was not much to see except a short empty corridor. It ended in a wall with several doors that sported glowing writing in Razzan. Decontamination unit 1, 2, 3 and so on. Jickaza chose the second unit and the door opened at his verbal command and closed again behind me. Behind the door lay a small room. Two boxes on a transport band were waiting for our clothes.
I made short work of stripping and threw my dirty and bloodstained clothing in one of the containers. Beside me, Jickaza did likewise. He was stealthy about it but I got a glimpse of the weapons he put away. Some kind of gun and a knife.
"The jewellery as well, please," he said when I turned to the inner door. I rose an eyebrow at him. He looked slightly apologetic.
"Protocol, I am sorry. The captain is very strict about this."
"It's ok. I wouldn't want any strange bugs on my ship either." I dug my vest back out of the heap and deposited my nose stone, earrings and neck chain in the same pocket as the credit stick and the chronometer. Only my data pad was sadly missing from the familiar assembly.
"They'll be cleaning the shuttle by now. I hope you didn't forget anything in there. Sometimes the crews just throw it away." He grinned at me, stark naked. He was well built, but less bulky than Zac. Probably got his muscles from working out rather than work. His hair was black . Oh, hair, I nearly forgot. I reached up with one hand and pulled the clasp out that held my hair back. It drives me insane when I have strands hanging in my face when working. I threw the clasp on top of my clothes and closed the container.
"Shower time!" Jickaza announced as he closed his container as well and shoved both into a slot in the wall. We went through three consecutive rooms with di fferent solvent showers that made my skin tingle. Next came the stomach and intestine cleansing. I stared at my cup malevolently.
"All the wonderful things that get invented and this stu ff still tastes like machine grease. I think they're doing it on purpose." I grumbled. Jickaza laughed and downed his in one go. He shuddered theatrically and winked at me. Smiling I followed his example. Machine grease with a touch of decaying greenery. Ugh.
Finally we were released into a water shower room. I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes as warm water rained on me from all sides. This was my fi rst water shower in ... metals know how long. Dura wasn't exactly a humid place, so it must have been back before I left for the assignment. Well over a standardised year ago. My husband had joined me for that last shower. The memory made me feel warm inside and I suddenly acutely missed him.
Freshly scrubbed, dried and clean we emerged into the dressing room. I opened the containers and frowned. My things were gone. Instead of my sturdy brown and grey mining outfi t, bright red fabric shone at me. A transparent box on top of the clothes contained the contents of my vest.
"What the metals? Where are my clothes?!"
"Look here, they confiscated mine as well. Just as well, the colour was awful." He pulled out a tunic that was so yellow it practically shone. Starbursts and comets were steamed into it and scintillated as he pulled the garment over his head. A rich brown trouser with golden embroidery followed. As he began to strap on his weapons again, I gave in and took the red thing out of the container.
Pyrite glint - snippet 6 von Kat steht unter einer Creative Commons Namensnennung-Keine kommerzielle Nutzung-Keine Bearbeitung 3.0 Deutschland Lizenz.
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