Chapter 5:
Gandadirth
“Hey,” I said and approached the tan-skinned woman. Fiona, I remembered. “Fiona,” I confirmed, “I need to talk to you.”
“About what?” she asked and sat up.
I slid her cage door open and quickly grabbed her arm. She seemed feisty, and I didn't want to risk her trying anything stupid.
“Wait,” she said, struggling against my grip in vain. “Where are you taking me?” she demanded.
“Just relax,” I hushed and pulled her up to what the humans called their observation deck.
The deck spread across the middle section of the spacecraft and held giant glass windows that were thick and rough to the touch. The panes spread wide across three sections. There were various screens around the room that were turned off. And, my favorite part, endless rows of benches set out on a raised platform for observing space.
While Fiona struggled against me the entire way up to the deck, she became eerily calm once we reached the observation room. I kept hold of her hand as we ascended the staircase and she looked out at the overwhelming blue sphere before us.
“Is that it?” I said, breathless.
“Earth?” she asked and then nodded.
She stared at the massive sphere with a saddened recognition. I followed her gaze, and without thinking, I squeezed her hand, overcome by the immensity of it. By the finality of my mission. I stared through the window and felt a wave of consuming emotion crash over me with such force I thought I might fall over. My wings spread out instinctively at the pull of it and I pressed my fingers against the thick glass, splaying them out as though I could touch it.
My throat seized with an overtaking of emotion and melancholy as I stared at the globe. It was blue and green and white; lights as bright as stars were lighting up sections of the land as a green aura danced just above the atmosphere like music. We spun around its surface, and I saw the plains covered in fog and stretching on for what seemed like forever.
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
“Those are the Northern Lights,” she said, pointing to the magical aura that glazed the surface.
I didn't know what that meant, but I watched it in wonder and could feel moisture hit the base of my eyes.
My hand left hers entirely then, my mind racing with the knowledge that I’d finally found it. Earth. We were finally here.
“How’s Libby?” she asked, breaking my stream of thoughts.
With a sigh, I said, “Fine. Cry-free for cycles now. I think we scared it out of her.” The brunette gave me a testing look and raise an unsure brow, and I widened my eyes in response. “She’s fine!” I laughed. “Unharmed.”
Fiona crossed her arms and leaned back on the bench we occupied, staring up at the beautiful Earth that appeared in front of us.
“Humph,” she breathed. “Good.”
“Good,” I said with a steady sigh, still unwilling to look away from the sight. Part of me wondered if I would even muster standing if Fiona ran. If I would be bothered to move if she grabbed a weapon off my strap and cocked it at me or if the serenity of this moment would keep me relaxed and accomplished.
Alright, so, I’d probably go after her. But I hoped she wouldn’t do that because this seemed too perfect a moment to ruin.
My next interaction with the brunette was just cycles later when I reentered the prison. We were landing soon, and Tesyduss had the brilliant idea of setting down at a human spaceport. Having already entered the atmosphere of the blue planet, I marched up to Fiona’s cell and exclaimed, “Your time has come. How exciting!”
“For what?” the darker haired woman in the next cell over asked, her giant lashes hitting her eyelids as she looked up at me with round eyes.
“Not you,” I batted her away.
“What does that mean?” Fiona asked, now standing up to greet me.
“It means,” I tempted and pulled a gold ring from my pocket: a small band big enough for a human finger. “You get to be my… what do they call it? What do they call it?” I bit my bottom lip for emphasis, trying to think what Diana Montanari, our D'Karr's mate, had exclaimed on so many occasions. Finally, I snapped my fingers and shouted, “Wife!”
The girl looked down at the ring and then presented curious hazel eyes to me as she laughed a pleasant, throaty chuckle, and said, “Why would I do that?”
“You would do that because we need to get off this ship and the only place to land without destroying your ship is to head to one of your spaceports.”
She scoffed at me, crossing her arms. “You… want to try and pass for humans? That’s laughable,” she finished, laughing again.
“Yes. I can see that. And why don’t you think I could do it?” I teased. “I pull off an impressive human, thank you very much.”
“Hm.” Fiona tapped a slender finger against full lips in quick succession and then looked down at my tail. “Well, that really gives you away.”
“Fiona doesn’t like?” I asked with faux offense as I swayed my tail back and forth before retracting it to a more human form. “It’s gone!”
Fiona swallowed, and I could hear her friend make an audible gasp. I narrowed my brows and asked, “You’ve really never met one of us before, huh?”
“Tredorphen,” she offered of an old betrayal. “But he never looked… like you.”
“Ah, right, right,” I snapped. “I bet you all love him. I bet he’s your little grandstand hero.”
Fiona scoffed. “Do you even know what that means?”
I grabbed her hand through the bars and pressed the ring firmly into her palm. “It means,” I announced loudly, “we are now married, as they say. And you and I will come out of the space station, grab a ride, and then me and mine will be on our merry way.”
“No, it’s ridiculous,” she argued. “No one will buy you as a human.”
“What, then?” I asked, tapping my foot.
She stared at me, and I watched the apprehension, the fear, take over her gaze. She shrugged in defeat. “You’ll have to come in as a shifter,” she offered lamely. “I’ll just… say we hit it off.”
I smiled. “And haven’t we just.”
“So… where are ‘you and yours’ going, exactly?” she asked in an authoritative manner that put me on edge once again.
“You really don’t understand what’s going on, do you?” I said. “Not that it doesn’t speak well for me that you’re completely in the dark. In fact, this pleases me.”
“Super,” she said, toneless. “And what’s to stop me from screaming for help once we arrive? Call for some of our security to come fry your dragon ass?”
My eye twitched at her enunciation, and I set my jaw. This one was starting to bug me. Perhaps I’d been too soft with them. But the fact was we needed them for this. Getting through the terminal without too much damage. We wanted to steal all these ships, after all. They wouldn’t do us any good if they were torched.
I stared her down and saw that she wasn’t about to back down. With a whimsical, ‘alright then!’ expression I walked up to Christina’s cell and slid the door open. The girl crawled desperately to the back of her cage, and I reached in, grabbing her by the arm and raising her off the ground in front of Fiona.
I dug the claw on my thumb deep into the girl's shoulder, and she elicited an ear-piercing scream. Blood drizzled down my fingers, and I could feel the tendons pulling in her arm as I dug deeper.
“Okay, okay!” Fiona screamed, reaching her hand out in a vain attempt to touch her friend.
“Do we get the rules, yet?” I said. “I’m in charge here. That means you listen to me, or I get rid of you. Simple, right?”
“Right, okay,” she gave in frantically.
I dropped her friend to the ground and watched as she clutched her arm. I gave Fiona a pointed look. I set my jaw, serious then, and regretted ever taking her out of her cage to the observation deck: for showing emotion. I didn’t want her to feel like she could talk to me. I wanted her to fear us.
It wasn’t long before we were entering the space station. I retracted my wings and tried my best to dress up like a human. A strange jacket thrown over my armor, all despite Fiona’s insistence that we should appear more Weredragon.
My wings itched to come out. I looked down at Fiona and then quickly turned to my men behind me. Some of our warriors waited in the ship for clearance, while Tesyduss and I came out with Christina and Fiona on our arms.
A well-armored security officer walked up to us, an older female, and she recognized Fiona right away and waved off the rest of the security personnel, which I was pleased by.
“Oh, Fiona!” the officer called and shook Fiona’s hand right away. “Welcome back!”
“Hello, Officer Marques,” Fiona said with a guarded smile.
“You’re back so soon?” the burly woman said, eyeing Fiona happily and then offering me a wary once-over. “What happened?”
I felt a tinge of nerves plummet into my stomach as Fiona hesitated. I squeezed her hand roughly and she exploded, “I left my crew up there, but it was in our best interest to bring one of their top shifter representatives back to show him what the Earth has to offer.”
“You didn’t tell her the best news, pookie,” I said with a high-pitched mock.
Fiona grit her teeth and looked up at me with a nervous smile.
“We’re married!” I announced and then held Fiona’s finger up to the guard and then whispered, “Or are going to be.”
“Wow!” Officer Marques said with a gasp, inspecting the ring with pride. “Wow, um, congratulations. That’s excellent,” she continued unsurely and then nudged Fiona in a publicly seen ‘private moment’ and whispered, “Hey, that's one way to ensure good space relations. Hey, no need to keep it hush-hush from me. Plenty of people do it. Did you hear about Polly?”
“Ah, Polly!” I interjected before Fiona could respond. “Fiona told me all about…” I paused, wondering what adjective to use, “Polly,” I finally concluded. “We had a great laugh about it.”
Fiona bit back an argument and rolled her eyes, squeezing my hand in protest. “Yes, I heard. I just wasn’t sure what kind of reaction the board would have. Usually you’re supposed to get permission for these things.”
“Oh,” Marques shrugged playfully and dropped her tone even lower. “Like anybody does?”
“Some things just can’t be helped,” I said and Marques looked entirely pleased with me. She looked between the two of us as though she expected some kind of romance: a chemistry to bubble forth.
I smiled, as did Fiona, and the guard gestured toward us as though we were supposed to do something. To solidify our union somehow. Then it hit me. She was waiting for a kiss.
I looked down at Fiona and her strange human face: its carefully constructed curves and edges. I looked at her almond-shaped hazel eyes and swallowed hard: nervous. I leaned down and grazed my fingertips against the bottom of her chin and pressed my lips against hers. She took them eagerly, pressing softly and closing her eyes, opening them only when our lips parted with a small smacking sound.
The exchange lasted just a moment, but it felt like it lingered there forever. We looked back to the officer for approval and she looked positively smitten with our exchange.
“So sweet!” the woman exclaimed and then took our paperwork, waving us off. “Let me sign off on your ship clearance so we can get you out of here. If I have to see another kiss from you lovebirds I might remember I haven’t been on a date in five years.”
“Right,” Fiona said absent-mindedly with a laugh as the officer handed our papers back with a seal of approval and directions on where to park our ship.
“Well,” Marques began again, looking me square in the eyes. “Welcome to Earth. We’re thrilled to make relations with Dobromia. We know there’s a lot of turmoil that’s been happening there.”
“Yeah,” I said, uncomfortable having this stranger pretend she knew what Dobromia was made of. I felt an immediate spike of hostility rise in my stomach.
“What do you think so far?” the woman asked and then clarified, “Of Earth?”
Her question drew out some accidental honesty in me as I looked out the windows of the beautiful spaceport. Green and blue as far as the eye could see. Sun.
One sun.
Perfect temperatures hitting my arms and a unique scent of heat and flora and fauna.
“It’s… it’s beautiful,” I stammered out. “So green.”
The officer gave a belly laugh and began walking back to her post. She turned once more in a motherly fashion and said, “Wait until you have pizza.”
My eyes shot to Fiona’s, as though they were speaking of a secret weapon. She couldn’t help but smile at my confusion and she nodded her head, confirming, “It’s amazing.”
“Oh!” Marques said, turning yet again.
Would this woman never leave?
“You’ll have to show him the DET once you two are done…” The woman’s face went red and she raised a suggestive brow to both Fiona and Christina. “Honeymooning.”
“What’s DET?” I asked, too quickly.
“Oh, Marques!” Fiona said, locking eyes with me as though it were a dare. Her voice was all sugar as she batted the woman off, giggling, “You’re spoiling the surprise!”
“You’re right!” Marques said, laughing at her own revelation. She put a side hand to her mouth as though she were about to whisper, but her tone stayed even, saying, “It’s been our secret project here. I guess I shouldn’t have said anything!”
I smiled and nodded to the woman and then looked down at Fiona, feeling utterly sick. My guess was that they did have a weapon ready for the Weredragons. DET. If anything, this human just ensured another couple cycles of life. Just until I could find out what the hell they were talking about.