Forbidden Love Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Kaye Manro
and then trembled.
He could hear the confusion tainting her words and sense her alarm as she followed him. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth gaped open as she took in the interior of his spacecraft.
“I apologize, Maya. I sensed danger. I had no choice.”
T’Kon placed his hand on the console and opened the view screen to see the outside surroundings.
She gazed at the monitor and her eyes grew wider still as she witnessed military aircraft from her world flying low overhead. “How did you know they were coming? I didn’t hear anything.”
“I can hear sub-sonic sound before it arrives.”
“Well, that’s handy.” She almost smiled. But then she said, “Can they detect us? Will they find us?”
He shook his head and deliberately omitted part of the truth, thinking it best not to send her into a panic. “Your militia’s sensing devices only showed an unknown anomaly, a glitch. We appear invisible. But,” he said, his voice full of concern, “if I do not repair this vessel soon, the cloak will fail and without the necessary repairs I cannot attain liftoff.”
He did not tell her when he opened the hatch the cloak was down for a split-second. According to his sensors, detection had occurred. The reconnaissance jets indeed contacted their base and from what he knew about Terrain, their militia would be upon them in full force, and soon. “I must make haste,” he said.
“What are you going to do?” she asked her voice shaky.
“Fix it.”
After sliding his body into a compression suit and grabbing a Phase Fuser from the tool wall, he bent down and removed a vent cover exposing the crawlspace. He peered inside. As he had suspected, the Particulate Eradicator had disengaged from its fitting. This caused a propulsion system misfire, rendering the stabilizers offline and pushing him into the Terrain atmosphere.
Moments before he fell from the sky, he had encountered a cloud of dust-ridden debris. This fossil fuel residue had caused the Eradicator to break. Unbelievably, pollution from the Terrain world triggered the malfunction. It should not have happened. The debris should have sifted properly without damaging the system.
T’Kon stood up and turned toward Maya, who watched him with intense eyes. There was no time to reflect on his next decision.
“Listen to me Maya, I need your help. It will make the repairs go faster.”
“Of course. Anything.” She walked toward the crawlspace. “What is it you want me to do?”
“I am going to enter here.” He pointed to the opening. “And you are going to come in behind me.”
“Okay...” She sounded hesitant.
“I will show you what I need you to do. The little piece of metal prized by you and your father is going help me return home.” He paused to look at her. “Are you all right?”
She nodded.
He slid in, feet first. “Just stay close and crawl forward.”
Breathing rapidly, Maya entered the vent space, following T’Kon. Everything seemed surreal, as if she were in a floating dizzying dream. “Titanium—the metal is called titanium.”
He glanced at her from his prone position and smiled. “If you say so.” He continued edging further inside.
Looking up he said, “We are here.” He rolled onto his back and released a mechanism on a square panel over his head. A conglomeration of strange looking wires and tubes in various colors dropped down landing near his chest. He probed the tangle.
“Ah, here is the culprit.” He took two broken ends, “I need you to hold these while I fuse them together.”
She did as he asked, taking the tubes in hand. He placed the pendant between the two ends. Using a tool that looked like a screwdriver, he pointed it at the pendant. A thin, blue laser-like light blasted the titanium. It quickly changed shape. The words stretched then disappeared as the titanium fused itself onto both tubes and then locked in place. “Is it hot?” she said, “Can I touch it?”
“No, it is not. You can touch it if
He could hear the confusion tainting her words and sense her alarm as she followed him. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth gaped open as she took in the interior of his spacecraft.
“I apologize, Maya. I sensed danger. I had no choice.”
T’Kon placed his hand on the console and opened the view screen to see the outside surroundings.
She gazed at the monitor and her eyes grew wider still as she witnessed military aircraft from her world flying low overhead. “How did you know they were coming? I didn’t hear anything.”
“I can hear sub-sonic sound before it arrives.”
“Well, that’s handy.” She almost smiled. But then she said, “Can they detect us? Will they find us?”
He shook his head and deliberately omitted part of the truth, thinking it best not to send her into a panic. “Your militia’s sensing devices only showed an unknown anomaly, a glitch. We appear invisible. But,” he said, his voice full of concern, “if I do not repair this vessel soon, the cloak will fail and without the necessary repairs I cannot attain liftoff.”
He did not tell her when he opened the hatch the cloak was down for a split-second. According to his sensors, detection had occurred. The reconnaissance jets indeed contacted their base and from what he knew about Terrain, their militia would be upon them in full force, and soon. “I must make haste,” he said.
“What are you going to do?” she asked her voice shaky.
“Fix it.”
After sliding his body into a compression suit and grabbing a Phase Fuser from the tool wall, he bent down and removed a vent cover exposing the crawlspace. He peered inside. As he had suspected, the Particulate Eradicator had disengaged from its fitting. This caused a propulsion system misfire, rendering the stabilizers offline and pushing him into the Terrain atmosphere.
Moments before he fell from the sky, he had encountered a cloud of dust-ridden debris. This fossil fuel residue had caused the Eradicator to break. Unbelievably, pollution from the Terrain world triggered the malfunction. It should not have happened. The debris should have sifted properly without damaging the system.
T’Kon stood up and turned toward Maya, who watched him with intense eyes. There was no time to reflect on his next decision.
“Listen to me Maya, I need your help. It will make the repairs go faster.”
“Of course. Anything.” She walked toward the crawlspace. “What is it you want me to do?”
“I am going to enter here.” He pointed to the opening. “And you are going to come in behind me.”
“Okay...” She sounded hesitant.
“I will show you what I need you to do. The little piece of metal prized by you and your father is going help me return home.” He paused to look at her. “Are you all right?”
She nodded.
He slid in, feet first. “Just stay close and crawl forward.”
Breathing rapidly, Maya entered the vent space, following T’Kon. Everything seemed surreal, as if she were in a floating dizzying dream. “Titanium—the metal is called titanium.”
He glanced at her from his prone position and smiled. “If you say so.” He continued edging further inside.
Looking up he said, “We are here.” He rolled onto his back and released a mechanism on a square panel over his head. A conglomeration of strange looking wires and tubes in various colors dropped down landing near his chest. He probed the tangle.
“Ah, here is the culprit.” He took two broken ends, “I need you to hold these while I fuse them together.”
She did as he asked, taking the tubes in hand. He placed the pendant between the two ends. Using a tool that looked like a screwdriver, he pointed it at the pendant. A thin, blue laser-like light blasted the titanium. It quickly changed shape. The words stretched then disappeared as the titanium fused itself onto both tubes and then locked in place. “Is it hot?” she said, “Can I touch it?”
“No, it is not. You can touch it if