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Wyt and Wild - Book 7 of the Sector Guard Available from Devine Destinies With a mind bright enough to
calculate any odds, anywhere, Alessandra never calculated a rescue by a
wild creature on an untamed planet. Excerpt: The whirring
of gears and motors filled the air as the extraction machinery swung
into position. “I will be fine.” It was the
ninth time she had reassured her handler, Stonor. Alessandra Wyt had
been the controller for the relay station for four years and now that
post was at an end. Once they connected the new relay,
she would be free to start her new position as the logistical head of
the Sector Guard, Morganti team. The new relay was hooked up and their
minds were colliding in a number of small tasks within Echo Station 9.
Allie slowly pulled her mind back until she was only occupying her own
mind once again. “Replacement is in position and
has acquired control of the station. Removal of previous relay may
commence at any time.” A voice that was no longer Allie’s started to
emanate from the speakers. The new relay was ready, in his tank and
completely wired to be one with the small station. Stonor and the new relay worked to
enter the codes that would free her and in a rush of oxygenated liquid
and a riot of wires, Allie was back in the physical world and puking the
fluid out of her lungs. They had drawn her out sunny side
down, her mouth and lungs cleared rapidly, allowing her the first draw
of air she had enjoyed in four years. Enjoy was probably the wrong word
to think of as the harsh, dry air whooshed into her lungs. Sharp ribbons
of pain were par for the course. They disconnected the main leads and
hooked her vital functions up to the mobile care unit that they had
prepared. Stonor supervised the technicians who were listening to his
orders raptly, never having seen the decanting of a relay before. The majority of her ports were on
her back and the rear of her skull. They felt icy in the open air as she
was wheeled through the halls and carried over doorsills. Allie looked
down at her hands where they fell next to her face and started to open
and close them. She couldn’t have swatted a dead fly with the strength
she had. Four years of only minimal motions
had turned her muscle tone into an empty space saver on her body. She
only had engaged in enough for basic maintenance. Now that she was out,
she knew it was a mistake. Hindsight was always 20/20. The small medical bay was a welcomed
sight. The reflection in the plexi of her case let her see the doors
that she had been dreading until this moment. They had never looked
better. It was time to start the next
portion of her life and that next portion could not be enacted in Echo
Station 9. She was headed to Morganti and was proud to have accepted the
position of logistical head of the Sector Guard base. If only they could get her body up
and running in time to catch the window for transport, all would go
smoothly. Allie braced herself for two weeks of hell. “Relay Wyt, are you ready for the
removal of your main nutritional ports?” The doctor was nervous—it
showed in her voice. “Yes, and don’t worry, the worst
thing you can do is kill me, as I am currently between assignments,
there wouldn’t even be an inquiry.” Her attempt at humour had fallen
a little flat, but the medical team got to work. Local anaesthetic was
used on her ports, her system far too delicately balanced for any
tampering until she was healed. Then she simply needed to slough a layer
of skin and start digesting on her own. Oh what joy to be a relay in
recovery. She settled in to the padded bench
inside her tube, the facial surround supporting her as she breathed
calmly through the surgeries. It was going to be a long road to mobility
and it was going to start with pain. * * * * “Push you
feeble cow, push!” Stonor was not going to win for motivational coach
of the year, but he did make her work a little harder on the exercise
equipment. Allie flexed her legs with a groan
and pushed upward. The weight on her shoulders bit in and she hissed but
kept going until her legs were straight. He took over the weights, locking
them in place, then helped her into the braces and crutches that she had
been given. “Am I getting any better?” “By leaps and bounds, Allie. A few
more weeks of this kind of workout and you will be almost a human again.
Much less like a jellyfish.” He cackled at his own joke, his beak
clacking in surprisingly clear speech. “I should never have mentioned
those things. It figures that you would go and look them up.” She
moved slowly through the halls, each step precious. Only a week earlier
she had been confined to her bed, now she was up and reasonably mobile,
for a jellyfish. Allie didn’t have time to enjoy a
full recovery. The Guard Station on Morganti had already called to hurry
her arrival. She was going to have to be launched in a pod. It wasn’t her favourite way to
travel, but it was safe. Lashed into a pod filled with life
support and a hardening gel to keep her immobile, she would be loaded
into a rocket-styled ship and blasted toward Morganti. When she arrived
in their system, her rocket would put out a signal and they would pick
her up. Simple.
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