Dar's Adventures in Space 1: Space Crazy (13 page)

“I’d prefer you not.”

“Well, it’s my life, and I have to earn a living too.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a large wad of drig and placed it on the counter next to her. “I make good drig doing what I do.”

“I see that.”

“And how come there’s some little Tridun working at the store?”

She turned to him. “Dar, I’m in my fiftieth year, I’m not getting any younger. Work is getting harder for me.”

“Jartis is in his seventieth year, and he’s still going strong—well, for the most part.”

“With no male in my life, it’s not been easy.”

Dar sighed. “I wish Jartis was younger. He’d make a good mate,” he said softly.

“Mmm, he is rather handsome, but I’m afraid taking up with a half breed would only get the tongues flapping harder around town…They haven’t forgotten your father yet, it seems.”

“But he was an Earthling, and that was an accident. They shouldn’t hold that over you.”

“Dar, it’s a small town; the gossip never stops.”

“Then why don’t you go back to Satiris?”

“No, I can’t; that’s not a place for me.” She started getting ingredients ready for dinner. “My home is here, as it has been nearly all my life…Don’t worry, I’m happy. Cogg is a good worker, and I enjoy hearing stories of his planet. Have you been there?”

Dar chuckled. “Tridius? Yes, several times. But I do have an inherent problem when there—”

“What’s that?”

He held his hand over his head. “I’m much taller than their doorways and ceilings!”

Denrika laughed. “Can you see if Jartis would like some wine with dinner?”

“Mother, I’m not gonna bother asking him. Since when have you ever met someone from a freighter crew that didn’t drink?”

“I thought my son didn’t.”

“Sorry, I’m an adult, and Malikin port is just too nice to pass up.”

She went to the cold box and got out a bovidis shoulder. “When do you expect to be back this way?”

“I dunno. It all depends on what shipments Gwog takes.”

“Well, it’s good to see you anytime you’re over this way in the galaxy.”

He took the meat from her, placing it on the counter. Then he took her hands in his. “Sometimes we’re close, and I beg Gwog to stray off course. But he’s got a business to run, and I understand that. I’ll come see you every chance I get.”

“I’ll look forward to any day I can see my son.”

13

Gwog stood in front of Dar’s bunk; his crewmember was fast asleep. “Coming, little one?” he asked softly. There was no response. He reached out and tapped Dar on the shoulder. “Hey, are you coming with us?”

Dar opened his eyes. “Huh?”

“We just docked at Sirrix. You wanna come along?”

“Oh, yeah, what are you going to do?” He sat up and threw off the covers.

“Well, the space station is rather small, but they do offer gambling and a little shopping. Sorry, they aren’t licensed for a pleasure barge, but let me tell you, it won’t stop you from finding a partner to join with.” Gwog straightened up. “I’ll probably find a bar and maybe a female.”

He rubbed his eyes and face. “Uh, okay, lemme get dressed and I’ll tag along.”

Crawling from his bunk, he grabbed his clothes and dressed. He stopped by the bathroom on the way out and decided not to bother shaving. If a female wanted to join with him, she’d take him how he was. Making his way forward, he met the rest of the crew at the front hatch.

“Ah, Dar, coming along? You were sleeping so peacefully I didn’t wanna wake you,” Jartis joked.

“Yeah, I’ll have a look around.” He waited while Gwog worked the heavy door open.

“All right, crew, I don’t want you to cause any trouble. Behave, and I’ll see you back here tomorrow,” Gwog waved his arm, ushering them out.

Dar walked along with Jartis. “So what are you going to do?”

“Oh, I’m probably gonna find a nice place to get a drink,” Jartis replied.

“Can I join you?”

“Sure, I don’t mind the company. But I doubt hanging out with this old half breed will attract a female.”

“Mmm, I’m not actively looking. If it happens, it happens.”

Jartis put his hand on Dar’s shoulder. “That’s the spirit.”

They walked along for quite a while. Finally Jartis spotted a bar. “Ah, that place looks quieter than the others.”

“And what is this need for silence?”

Jartis tugged at his ear. “The older you get, the harder it is to hear.”

Dar stopped and took a few sniffs. “Does your sense of smell dull too?”

He sniffed the air. “Ah, females!”

“I guess that sense never dulls.” Dar opened the door for Jartis. They went in and found a table tucked away in the corner.

A waitress arrived shortly. “What can I get for you?”

“Two Malikin ports, please,” Dar said.

“Sure, I’ll bring them right out.” She disappeared.

Jartis surveyed the area. Most of the patrons looked to be older aliens of varying species. No one looked particularly threatening, so he figured a nice quiet evening was in order. “Dar?”

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re the youngest one here.”

Dar looked around. “Yeah, guess so,” he chuckled.

Their drinks arrived and they sat back, savoring them. They talked about various different things, nothing of any importance. After several more rounds, and a couple of hours, Jartis yawned widely. “Well, youngling, this old body needs some sleep. I’m gonna head back to the ship.”

“Suit yourself; I’m wide awake.”

“Of course you are. You were fast asleep like a cute little youngling—all tucked in your bunk.”

“Jartis, hey!”

“Well, you were.” He got up, reached in his pocket and pulled out a few drig, tossing them on the table. “I’ll see you later.”

“Have a good sleep, my old friend.” Dar waved good-bye as Jartis shuffled out the door. Sitting alone now, he wondered if any of the females he’d seen would approach. They were a bit older, but he wasn’t worried about age; it was the experience and the choice of a free-will joining that had him curious. He didn’t like paying for joinings, he liked it much better if a female approached and wanted him without wanting drig. Although, he mused, there was one time on Thokin where an Elemenel approached and offered payment to join with him. He told her he wasn’t a prostitute, but she just kept after him. Finally, he could take it no longer and gave in. They joined, and Dar gave her every ounce of magic he could. He had to admit, it was amazing. Over and over they joined, and finally in an exhausted state, watched the sunrise, lying naked on a blanket near the top of a hill.

Ah, Regia, Dar pondered. She was the most intense Elemenel he’d ever joined with. When all was said and done, Regia wanted to pay him for his services. He happily declined, stating that he joined of his own free will, and it felt fantastic. A few years later, he returned to Thokin and sought her out. To his dismay, she’d life-joined with a male and was expecting her first youngling. Dar wondered if perhaps he loved her but kept denying it. She filled his dreams many nights after their one night of passion.

He glanced up and noticed two males approaching. One was a Sirrixian, and the other, perhaps a half breed Skrinnian. “Hey, are you interested in some action?” the half breed asked.

“Action of what sorts?” Dar replied warily.

“You look like an alien of means, how about a game of Sirrixian poker?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know how to play.”

“Oh, come on, we’ll show you,” the Sirrixian said.

Dar felt unsure if this was a ploy to get him out of the bar so they could mug him. Space stations weren’t the safest places to be. He reached back and made sure his trusty knife was there. “Where are we going?”

“Just to that table over there. No tricks, my friend.”

He looked past them and saw a table with three other aliens sitting around it. They held cards and appeared to be playing a game. “Uh, okay,” he said, feeling safer that he would still be in the bar. Getting up, he followed them.

“What’s your name, youngling?” the Sirrixian asked.

“Youngling? I’m not that young…And the name’s Dar.”

“You’re the youngest here.”

“So?”

“So, Dar, where do you come from?” the half breed Skrinnian took a seat.

“I’m part of Gwog’s crew on the Cunik.” He’d learned that by dropping the name of his employer usually meant they didn’t start trouble with him. Gwog was a powerful adversary if he had reason to get his dander up. Not many in the galaxy would tangle with him.

“Ah, a good ship,” the Sirrixian replied, settling into his chair.

Dar took the empty one. “Been crew over ten years.”

“So Gwog has two half breed Satirens on his crew,” another member of the table said.

“Yeah, me and Jartis.”

“Oh, this is Dar,” the Sirrixian announced. “And I suppose we should introduce ourselves. I’m Fornak.”

“Pregid,” the half breed Skrinnian said. “And to my right is Boknas, he’s from Viguris.”

“Yes, I’ve been there a time or two,” Dar replied. “By chance do you know a
Vuopious?”

“Why yes, I do. He runs the parts store in my village. I haven’t seen him in years,” the big, hairy Vigurian Clapsor said in a deep voice. Dar liked the Clapsors. Despite their imposing stature, they were surprisingly gentle, very intelligent, and caring aliens. He pointed to the alien next to him. “And this is my friend, Conik, he’s from Coreonis.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dar said politely. “I’ve never been to Coreonis.”

“It’s a lovely planet.” The alien replied. He was tall, skinny, had grayish skin with large, circular, thickened plates that were green in color. His black eyes bulged from stalks rooted to his forehead. His mouth came out like the bill of a drukk—a type of water game fowl found on many planets. He had long, razor sharp claws on his fingers.

“Perhaps we’ll stop there one day.”

Fornak pointed to the last member at the table. “That’s Oogik, he’s a half breed Temprician.”

Dar nodded. “So, please, explain how you play this game.”

“You will be dealt five cards,” Fornak said, gathering them up from the center of the table. He put them together in a stack, then fanned his hand across the table laying them out, face up. “You have four different
cities
in which to mate your cards: Harkot, Spearik, Clugik, and Dimmant.”

He studied the cards. “Yes, I see.”

“Now, you have cards of more value,” Fornak pulled out several to show him. “If you get these, they are better.”

Dar looked around the table, noting the expressions of the rest of the players. Gwog had taught him how to recognize a liar—in most cases. He reached out and grabbed five high cards of the same city. “What does it mean if I get this?”

The whole table erupted in laughter. “Then you beat us!” Conik laughed.

He placed the cards back in the deck. “We have a similar game on Erotis, I think I get the idea.”

“So, you wish to play, youngling?” Fornak asked.

“How much is the bet?”

“Open for ten drig.”

Dar reached in his pocket and brought out a few drig. He had much more on him, but he wasn’t going to let them know that. He slid one thin strip out. “Right, here’s my ten.”

Fornak took the cards, shuffled, and passed them out. The others at the table placed their bids in the center. Dar figured he’d watch for a while until he made sure he knew what a good hand was. As his cards were tossed in front of him, he waited for the others. When they picked up theirs, he followed, not wanting to possibly spoil the game by not playing right.

Looking at the cards he was dealt, Dar didn’t think he had much of a chance. They appeared to be low cards, two were the same in number, but different cities. He wasn’t sure what to do. On Erotis, those cards would be kept, and he’d be allowed to discard others to try and get better ones.

“Well, youngling?” Fornak said. “Have you usable cards?”

“Uh, I think so.”

“Have you some that are no good?”

“Mmm, three, yes,” he replied.

“You may toss them down and I’ll give you three more.”

Dar perked up. “Oh, this is very much like Erotin chokker.” He put three down and Fornak gave him replacements. Picking up the cards, he realized he wasn’t in any better shape.

“Did that help?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

“Then if you feel you cannot play with a reasonable chance, you may put your cards down and cease.”

“I’ll cease for this hand.” He dropped his cards on the table face down. The rest of the table played on, Dar watched and learned. After a few minutes, it looked clear that Boknas and Pregid were in a bidding war. Both must have good hands, Dar thought.

“I raise you fifty,” Boknas said, dropping some gold strips in the center.

“Hah! I see your fifty, and will add another fifty,” Pregid replied, tossing his bet into the middle.

“Getting a little excited, Pregid?” Fornak asked. “You must have a sterling hand.”

“Shut up, Fornak. Let me play.” He fiddled with his cards. “I think I’ve bet enough. Boknas, what do you have?”

The Clapsor gently laid down his cards. “I have three high royals in one city, and a pair of tens.”

“Oh,” Pregid said softly. He waited a moment before laying his hand down. “I have four royals—each pairs, from two different cities, and one loosing card.”

Boknas nodded. “A victory for you, my friend.”

He reached forward and pulled the pile of drig toward him. “Are you in for the next round, Dar?”

“Yes, I think so.” Taking another ten drig strip, he dropped it in the center. “I shall wish for better cards this time.”

Conik shook his head. “Keep wishing all you want!

After several hands, Dar was feeling more comfortable. His betting increased, and he even won a couple of hands. It was Boknas’s turn to deal. The cards were dealt, and Dar picked his up. He swallowed hard, trying not to make any excited gestures. His hand was a good one.

“Who is betting?” Fornak asked, dropping twenty drig into the middle. “I’ll give twenty to start.”

Dar figured his hand was safe. “I’ll make your twenty and add fifty.”