Page 42 of Murgul

BIKAR

Striding onto the Zenith,I sigh in relief as the comforting hum of tech surrounds me. I long for a real home, but when I eventually settle, it must have tech for me to be at ease. That is non-negotiable. Entering my domain, I slide into my chair in the helm room and pull the data block from the pocket within my vest.

Finally.

Unsnapping the cord from the side of the block, I insert it into a port attached to my main command board. Downloading all the data only takes a few tics, and I am giddy at what I see. Credits…countless credits are now at our fingertips. We will never have to perpetrate a brigand raid ever again. With this level of wealth, we can become legitimate traders. My brothers will thank me for this…eventually.

A pang of guilt hits me when I think about the pain my actions and words caused Murgul. The disappointment shining out of Slavic and Einar’s eyes cut me to the core, but I did what was necessary. When they see this, they will understand. Shrugging off my shame, I delve into the rest of the data.Capriciousness fills me when I review the wormhole tech. It is just as glorious as I imagined it to be.

Pushing that information to a side screen, I grab the file I omitted telling anyone about. Taking a deep breath, I open it, and shock renders me speechless. Everything a being could possibly want to know about humans is before me. All their languages, cultures, and entertainment…it is all here. This is the key to understanding my mate’s reticence to seal the bond with me. There are also additional endless possibilities for what we could gain from selling this data.

Just as I begin to delve into this hidden treasure trove, searching for information regarding my taciturn mate, a message appears on my central console. It is only six words, but my world stops when the sender leaves his signature.

I WILL SEE YOU SOON, BIKAR. ~ SCOUT.

The End.