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21 Days, 21 Dribble Drabble
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Day Three- Arden Black at Earth's End
Arden Black had been in tighter spots than this one, but crawling through the very narrow Xiarian water system with sweat pouring down her back and rocks grinding into her bare knees, she couldn’t think of one off hand. They had been crawling through the planet’s central water way for hours, trying to elude the Xiarian Peacekeepers long enough to make contact with their ship and teleport the frick out of there. It seemed like a good plan at the time, now it seemed like suicide.
“I need to rest,” said her companion, already leaning against a panel and taking a ship out of her water container.
Arden looked at Zara, her blonde braids squished on her glittering brown forehead.
“We can’t stop now Zara,” she said, her own resolve to go weakening by the second.
“Why not?” she asked, taking another swig. “Even if we did manage to make it to the source door we’re still fricked without the Genesis to teleport too.”
Arden shook her head. She knew the truth of her friends words, but she knew that if they gave up now they’d really be as good as dead.
“Let’s get out into the fresh air and worry about getting captured later.”
Zara let out an annoying hmm noise. “That sounds familiar except you were arguing that we should hide in here to escape the Peacekeepers and that we would worry about how to teleport out later.”
Arden sighed and leaned back in her spot. She knew when she had been beaten. She grabbed the canteen from Zara and had a swig of her own, spitting out the contents as soon as she recognized it as Moruvian Cider.
“Jesus. Xara. That’s the most bitter liquid in the galaxy. I’m going to have to swallow a ton of spit just to keep my mouth from completely going dry.”
“I didn’t tell you to drink it.”
“I thought it was water.”
“You’re hunches are really off the mark today, huh?”
Arden rolled her eyes and she found her own canteen and swallowed the last bit of water inside.
“It’s not like Kevon to keep us waiting like this,” said Zara, her voice portraying a hint of worry. “Do you don’t think that they’ve caught them do you?”
Arden was sure of it, but she didn’t see what good it would do to tell Zara.
“Nutrition Bar?”
“I can’t believe you are hungry.”
“Give me a break, it may be my last meal.”
“Remember that time we went after the Ragion Dolve?”
“You can’t win them all.”
“At least that trip was profitable. I tell you Zara I don’t mind dying for money. I do mind dying for sentiment.”
“It’s more than sentiment.”
“We can be the very first ones buried on Terra. A christening of sorts. I can see it now. Here lies Zara Sutton, Earth's dumbest relic hunter."
“First of all burial is forbidden planet side and I don’t see that changing simply because we have a shiny new planet to play with and secondly, this useless stone as you so eloquently put it, is one of Earth’s greatest treasure.
“A primitive texter that deciphered the language and unleashed a history of a primitive people that today mean less than nothing.”
“That’s not true.
“Isn’t it?"
“There monuments stood for thousands of years."
“And now like everything else on Earth, it will soon be a bunch of particles floating in the wind with only a hologram to remind us and future generations that it even existed."
“Exactly. Which is why what we do is so important. Our relics, our history will be all that we have left of our world.”
“I thought the whole point of getting a new world was creating a new history.”
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