Knome: The Forbidden Zone

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Chapter 55 (v.1) - Chapter Fifty-Four

Submitted: February 17, 2018

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Thaingor forest (Knome)

 

Thaingor forest was dense with huge massive trees of many sizes. The undergrowth was thick with nearly impenetrable thickets of brush, vines and foliage that covered the ground like a carpet.  The natives who ran ahead of them dashed like rodents between the trees, leaping with each step, avoiding the tangles of vines and brush that seemed to ensnare Teric, Kore, Jasen and William as they tripped and stumbled along, being driven hard by the natives to their rear. The battle behind them was still going on and occasionally a laser bolt would make its way near them blasting into tree, splintering it, causing them all to go to the ground.  But as they continued to be pushed deeper into the forest the sounds of the battle diminished as did the light due to the intertwining branches of the trees that acted as a canopy above them.  Their pace was so relentless that Teric had no time to think as he nimbly avoided crashing into a tree or stumbling over a vine.  The others weren’t so fortunate.  Wilhelm had fallen a number of times, twice crashing into a tree, but he had no time to consider his injury as a native forcefully stood him up pushing him forward.
 
Teric tried to look around to see who had his sword.  He had let them take it as he entered the forest, figuring that it was better to escape a no-win situation, for one that was undetermined for the time being.Still, he wanted to know exactly where it was, just in case.  The natives were warriors, tall and completely composed of muscles, it seemed.  They were not clad in unison, but were distinctly mark by their clothing and facial markings.  They were as graceful as Teric and his companions were not, as they ran through the trees.  They held their weapons in the ready as they soared.  The long weapons that they carried were a type of rifle, not an energized weapon, but one archaic to more advanced societies, but, from what Teric had witnessed, they were far deadlier.  Crisscrossed around their chest and back were two animal skin belts that had pockets sewn into them which, carried the projectiles they loaded into their weapons.  The sound that emitted from the discharge of their weapons was unlike the resonance of a blaster, it cracked, and gave off an almost imperceptible high tone as it pierced the air until it reached its target. One shot from those weapons pierced the armor and brought down the horde of black clad soldiers that stood between Teric, his companions and the forest. 
 
The natives ahead had come to a stop and waited for the rest of the group to reach them.  As they did, few words were spoken as a cloth was put over Teric and his companions head which caused Jasen and Kore to resist somewhat until Teric had urged them to submit. After they had been blindfolded they walked for sometime and then Teric sensed that he was being lowered into what felt like a hole in the ground. And then all of a sudden, the bottom dropped as he freefell for what seemed like an eternity.  Teric tried desperately to reach out to grab something, anything that he could hold onto to prevent a disaster that he did not want to think about.  He began to wonder if he had made a miscalculation. The decent began to slow as he now felt a surface under him which soon turned horizonal breaking his speed as he came to a complete stop.  Teric was forcibly lifted to his feet and the blind fold was removed revealing, a large underground cavern filled with more native warriors.  Wilhelm, Jasen and Kore were likewise manhandled by the natives as they were all brought together to stand before a group of natives who stepped back as one of their members approached them.
 
The Native member who approached them had an air about him which elicited a semblance of respect from the others. Teric concluded that he was their leader or commander. Teric quickly looked around but did not see his sword.
 
“Who are you?” the native asked, “Flyers?” he added.
 
Teric and Jasen glanced at each other, both of them not knowing how to answer since they did not know what he meant.
 
“Are you one of them flyers?” he asked demanding an answer in his voice.
 
“No,” Jasen spoke up. “We were attacked by those flyers.”
 
“Why?”  the native asked.
 
“We don’t know why?” Teric replied.  “We came to your planet to find a friend.  We believe the fliers killed him and now they are trying to kill us.”
 
After a long uncomfortable silence, the native leader snapped his fingers, prompting several warriors whom Teric recognized to come forward.  The three men were carrying the weapons Teric and his companions had handed over.  One of the natives dragged over Teric’s sword, straining under the weight of it. Teric felt relieved seeing his sword.  He had always sensed that it was near, so he never panicked when it was out of his sight. The native leader took the sword from his subordinate with both hands, and held it out as he wrestled with the weight of it, finally letting it drop to the ground.
 
“This sword belongs to you?” the native leader directed to Teric.
 
“Yes.” Teric answered.
 
“We observed you from the forest. You are a great warrior." The native leader seemed to smile.  “Take it.”
 
Teric slowly took a step forward and grasped the hilt under the native leader’s hands.  Then he lifted it up with one hand as a few in the chamber gasped and those closest to him stepped back.
 
The native leader’s eyes widened in amazement.
 
“We are not your enemy,” Jason spoke up as Teric lowered his sword. “We need your help?”
 
All eyes were still on Teric except, the native leader.  He held up is hand. “Come with me.”
 
He turned and began to walk away.  The natives standing behind Jasen, Wilhelm and Kore, began to push them forward to get them walking.  No one pushed Teric however, instead a native stood in front of him and gestured for him to follow.
 
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Above ground, Thaingor forest and the nearby plains were littered with thousands of black cladded soldiers combing through the forest searching for the infiltrators and the natives who rescued them.  The battle with the natives had abruptly ended when thousands of reinforcement troops had arrived.  The natives quickly retreated deeper into to the forest pursued by the newly arrived soldiers, they disappeared into well hidden entrances to their underground lairs.
 
Hovering above the forest, reconnaissance ships were being employed in the search effort, scanning and imaging the surface for clues. Command positions had been set up at the forest's edge.  Two soldiers approached the command post and were allowed in to the structure, met by two officers, they were escorted to the Operations Commander Izkan Doomaz.
 
“Status.” Izkan demanded.
 
“Sir, we searched the probable range, multiple times and were unable to track the targets to their escape route,” the ranking soldier replied.
 
“Sargent, are you telling me they just disappeared,” Izkan asked as he approached the soldier.
 
One of the officers’ present spoke up. “We could increase the search range?”
 
“The current range is already larger than anyone could cover on foot, Sir. We believe that they entered some hidden aperture within the current range.” The ranking soldier replied.
 
“Of course.” Izkan offered. “And our reconnaissance findings?” he asked.
 
“I’m afraid we have little actionable information in that regard sir,” the other soldier replied, “the underlying bedrock is too dense for our scans to penetrate.”
 
Izkan walked around the soldiers several times as he considered his options.
 
“Very well,” Izkan finally spoke up, “Call off the search.”
 
“Sir?” one of the officer uttered surprised by the discussion.
 
“Call it off,” Izkan added with finality.  “That will be all!
 
The soldiers turn and walked away out of the command post as the officers remained.
 
“What now sir,” one to the officers asked.
 
Izkan lifted a communication device, “I think its time we rattle them out of their holes.”


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