Chapter 155 - EVO
***Tirnanog, Thich Fortress City***
***Magnus***
“This is so horrible. I can't believe I allowed myself to be talked into this,” Seeker Linda complained while she and her partner, Elijah, steered the saherna herd towards Thich City. She gagged and waved her hand, trying to get rid of the smell that permeated the room in the summer heat. Her heightened senses took offence at the undeniable remains of a hard-fought battle.
I could only thank Gaia for having only a good, old ‘Version 1.0’ olfactory organ, not considering the slight improvements that came with my initial injections to allow me to survive on Tirnanog. I smelled the stench too and couldn’t wait to get out of here.
We had given our best to clean up after taking the caravan, but we could only do so much in an area with limited water supplies. The forcibly rushed nature of our attack had turned messy, as was to be expected. A battle tended to leave behind dead bodies with all the blood and other nastiness which came with it.
“I am sure you will survive,” Elijah encouraged his partner while he looked out of the window with a wary expression. Above us hovered an airship patrol of seven Thich ships, which had been dispatched for our protection as soon as we staged a desperate escape from an Aerie raiding party.
Truth be told, there hadn’t been much to it from our perspective. Just a few shots from the 12mm which was mounted on the back of every saherna to take care of flying critters. Of course, the other side shot back and even killed one of the smaller saherna which had been a predetermined sacrifice to make the whole affair more believable.
Soon after, the Thich ships arrived and ‘heroically’ drove off our attackers while we watched, surprised it had worked. Well, I felt a little bit bad for the sacrificed saherna, which was one of the few animals in this world which didn’t attack humans on sight, but I had already done much worse to achieve my goals.
Elijah wasn’t overly fond of our plan, but after lots of explanations, his people had agreed to help with the impersonation of their renegade brethren. The various Caravaner families had see-sawed back and forth a lot in their private meetings. The question was what to do with the survivors of the Southike family.