The Amity Incident

By CM_Weller All Rights Reserved ©

Scifi / Adventure


T'reka lined up the drones in order of importance. Potentially edible insect species (live), potentially edible plant samples (stasis-locked), and the seeds for the same. The data packet for those was already zooming towards Kal'rike at close to light speeds.
More formal findings would wait until the full-evening, which was encroaching fast.
T'reka double-checked that her arachnafibre ladder from the forest floor to her base camp home was properly retracted and ready for future deployment, that the night-cams were clean and that her underground lab was greenlight-secure. All good, scientific paranoia.
For each potential edible she had found, there were at least five more that were poisonous. And, in the case of the insects, a further two that were venomous.
All of them were in her study queue to determine which toxins may be useful and which sources of said toxins would be safest to farm, back in or around Kal'rike.
Certain her camp was secure, T'reka carried her loaded drones up to the higher launch pad in the separate comms unit, about three Leaps up from her domicile. She could launch the drones from her new home, but that smacked of laziness to her mind.
She didn't want anyone checking the data-recorders and finding evidence of laziness.
She doubted they would, but a lifetime in the shadow of justifiable paranoia left the habit of panicking over little things a hard one to break.
No-one was here to judge her. But that didn't mean that judgement was not inherent when her findings arrived home.
This place was her home.
She reached the roof of the comms centre and allowed herself a moment to appreciate the colours of the sky. The bright, nauseating colours of the sunset. And in the other direction, the piercingly bright stars and the swathe of a galaxy coming into view.
T'reka would have to prove, over months, that nothing that came out at night was hazardous before she could indulge in star-gazing.
She set the drones on their launch pad and set them off. They climbed quickly and vanished into the darkness. T'reka watched them for as long as she could before returning to her domicile for a well-earned third meal.
There was nothing, absolutely nothing, better than a meal at the end of a long and fruitful day.
Maybe a hot dust-bath.
She glided down, simply because it was faster, and secured the doors and windows. During the night, it was wisest to breathe filtered air. Doing so during the day was nigh-pointless, owing to her excursions for samples. After the domicile was sealed and T'reka had groomed, she treated herself to a full meal - with experimental vegetation on the side - and then sat to write up her findings and discoveries. Both professionally, and in her personal journal.
She almost felt guilty for indulging in a dust bath and a good grooming before retiring to her nest-bed for the night.

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