We had to get on our knees and crawl in an illuminated shaft. Zen roared after us to say to tell the others that he had sent us. Then there was the sound of a thud as the hatch closed behind us.
I felt a chill run down my spine.
“You okay?” Tabitha whispered looking back over her shoulder at me.
“You know how I love cramped places,” I replied with a wide grin quite unsure if she could see it.
And on we went.
The surface was hard, and my hands started to feel sore, blisters were almost a certainty. There was no end in sight.
“Come on, Tabitha whispered.
We didn’t know it but above ground, a massacre was occurring.
The Emperor had decided that an example needed to be shown to all the other space stations in orbit. Men, women, and children were all being mowed down without hesitation. Crowds were trampling over all those who fell.
“Hear something?” I quizzef Tabitha.
“No why?”
I continued, “I thought I heard someone scream.”
“You are projecting. There is nothing to hear down here. There would want to be something very wrong happening for you to hear it in this place.”
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