Getting To Know The Locals
Chapter 6 “Getting to Know the Locals”
Willow sighed and rubbed her eyes. This was all too much to take in. They were in some odd alternate reality. On the plus side, they hadn’t encountered any vampires or demons. But where ever they were, it wasn’t all that nice if the natives were anything to go by.
Willow lay down on the borrowed threadbare cot. Faith smiled encouragingly at her frantic friend.
“You worry too much, Red.” Faith plopped down on the end of Willow’s bed. “Cheer up! You think way too much. That is your problem in a nutshell, thinking. Be like me…a doer not a thinker.”
Willow chuckled slightly at Faith’s attempt to lift her spirits. “Completely bad idea there. Remember the last time I was a doer and not a thinker?”
Faith smiled faintly. “I wasn’t present for your grand debut as the big bad. I was in prison at the time.”
Willow sighed. “We’re quite the pair, aren’t we?”
Faith patted Willow’s leg before standing up. “You stay here and rest. I’ll see if I can’t get some information about this crazy place.”
Willow opened one eye to give Faith a disbelieving look.
“Yeah, right. You just want to get some information. What you really mean to say is you want to get into that Brendan guy’s pants.”
Faith snorted but didn’t reply. She walked to the door and gave a quick wave before disappearing into the darkness.
Willow closed her eyes and prayed to anyone that might be listening that Faith would keep their real origins quiet. She didn’t think it would go over really well.
Faith hummed a tune as she went down a dark hallway. It was time to find Brendan and do some lighthearted flirting. She needed to get her mind off her worries. She didn’t like to think too much. That was why she had Willow. Faith was action-girl and it was time to get some if she had anything to say about it.
Faith smiled as her eyes found her intended target. The scruffy but sexy leader of the rag tag group, Brendan. Now to see if she still had it.
“Hello Faith. Adjusting to the place?” Brendan turned from his chat with one of the guards to watch Faith saunter his way.
“I’m pretty flexible. Nothing gets me down for too long.” Faith punctuated this remark with a cheeky wink to which Brendan smiled.
“Glad to hear it. What can I help you with?”
Faith walked closer to Brendan. “Well, we’re very uninformed about Earth’s situation. Would you mind helping out a lady in need?” Faith smiled coquettishly at Brendan.
Brendan sat down on a crate and indicated for Faith to join him.
“Where would you like me to start?”
“I’m not sure.” Faith leaned forward and rested her head on her hands. “I guess the beginning. How did it get so bad here?”
“You could say that the fall of the Commonwealth signaled the beginning of the end for dear ole Earth.”
Faith didn’t understand but nodded anyway. It wouldn’t do to make Brendan suspicious.
Brendan sighed. “It is all the Nietzscheans fault. If they hadn’t gotten so high in mighty in their superiority, well it wouldn’t suck so much to live here. They thought they could do a better job governing so they rebelled and the Commonwealth fell. Leaving Earth ripe for plunder.”
Faith nodded again without really comprehending. She would tell Willow later and Willow could do the comprehending for the both of them.
Brendan closed his eyes as if re-living painful memories. “Now Earth is a slave planet to one of the largest Nietzschean prides, Drago-Kazov.” His face took on a sour look at the mention of the oppressors. “So, they destroyed our civilization and rounded us up for easier subjugation. Those that avoided the round up were either eaten or infected by the random Magog swarm.”
Faith’s ears perked up at the mention of Magog. Maybe it was some sort of demon in this reality. She would ask Willow if the name was familiar.
Brendan continued to speak not noticing Faith’s momentary distraction. “Things are getting much worse. Something is happening out there in the universe. Something big. The ubers are dragging more and more people away for slave labor off planet. Rumor has it that pride warfare will break out any day now between the Dragans and the Jaguars. Personally, I hope they wipe each other out and leave us unmodified humans alone.”
Faith nodded but said nothing.
“If there was just some way we could capitalize on it…” Brendan sighed and stared off into the distance.
Faith realized that now might be the time to say something. “Why don’t you rebel? Return the favor so to speak.”
Brendan laughed bitterly. “We’ve done that before and each time we get brutally crushed beneath the might of the Nietzschean garrison.”
“Aren’t there allies out there that could help? People that don’t like seeing what is happening here on Earth?”
Brendan shook his head. “We live in a cold universe where everyone is only out for themselves.”
They sat in silence for several minutes and then a thoughtful look crossed Brendan’s face.
“I do have this cousin. He’s quite the operator, actually. He managed to worm his way off Earth a while ago. I heard that he’s on some powerful starship, Andromeda, I think.”
Faith playfully punched him lightly in the arm. “Well, what are you waiting for? Reach out and contact him. Maybe he could help. What’s his name anyway?”
Brendan grinned widely at the thought of his long lost cousin. “His name is Shay. Short for Seamus.”
Faith grinned back at him. “Seamus, huh? That’s a name you don’t hear very often.”