Ten Thousand Miles Up--pt. 4Though natural wormholes could be many sizes, technology dictated a minimum three miles diameter. Every wormhole required an entry and exit point, stable holes on either side to function. These minimums had been constant for nearly seven thousand years. Enemies of the krakun had every reason to reduce the size, radiation signature, or necessity of an exit point, but some fundamental force prevented stability on any of these fronts. At least, so far as Ateri knew; some distant race could have solved the problem, but he had no method of attaining such knowledge, since his communications came through krakun news feeds.Artificial gates, being h
Ten Thousand Miles Up--pt. 3"I heard about the emergency," the commissioner said.The new commissioner Pokokuro was, to Jakari's relief and concern, an old face. Pokokuro arranged the video conference from inside a hot bath (an enormous waste of water, had it been onboard the ship). Her attendants, miniscule in comparison, scrubbed down her scales, massaged her wings, filed her talons and horns, and covered her in gallons of fragrance. Slaves guided hoses hanging from the ceiling to rinse down the parts of her above the surface of the pool. Others stood on her, scrubbing down each scale with caustic soap which would, had they not each been dressed in full body suits, s
Ten Thousand Miles Up--pt. 2"Captain," the ringel addressed from the viewscreen. The words lagged behind the image as the translator, unhooked from the central computer, struggled to interpret his language without help of the predictor module. The computer did a fine job of matching his voice, however, with its gruff, insulting tone. The ringel had kicked his boots onto the desk in front of him, and he held in each arm a ringel female.Ringel were unlike the geroo; gray and white fur covered their slim bodies. They had round black noses instead of broad flat ones, and dark patches of fur most notable around their eyes. Were he not wearing boots, the ringel would be dis
Ten Thousand Miles Up--pt. 1Ten Thousand Miles UpBy Rick GriffinPlanetary Acquisitions decommissioned the program three decades after its initial trial. However, they kept all slave ships operational just in case they produced viable finds. Years flutter by like a tree shedding its spring petals, and so we desperately cling to this chunk of dirt-and-machine we call home.Are we just fools?The alarm buzzed and flickered the lights. Ateri roused stone-faced and eye half-shut, and sat straight up, ignoring the crick he'd developed in his tail. His wide ears swiveled toward the noise. Jakari, who laid at his side, woke less alert. Ateri leaned over her and touched th