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“What does?”
“You wanted this mission, but they gave it to me. That’s why you’re pulling rank on me and treating me like shit.”
“That is a complete lie. That would be unprofessional, and that is more your style.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.” I smile.
“Get the fuck over to the moleculizer, Neb-en-khata. Get out of my sight.”
“Gladly,” I say and fuck right off over to the moleculizer.
* * *
I had knownbeforehand that surveyors use moleculizers to teleport themselves onto Yoria, but I never expected that I would have any part in the process, let alone be the one being moleculized. It’s a rather antiquated technology that isn’t really used anywhere other than here. Teleportation sounds cool, but there really are much better ways to travel long distances. The moleculizer always requires a starting point and can only end within the atmosphere of a planet. This means that the station had to decrease its altitude for the time of moleculization, which is a pain in the ass. There are also some unwanted side effects. For these reasons, the technology has barely any practical usage outside of these Ebkherun missions.
I’m a little worried about the side effects, but I know that the longer the journey, the larger the toll on the moleculized person. If I was moleculized from Yoria to Qikhe, the thing that arrived there could be spread on a piece of toast. Since the distance is only a couple of miles from our ship’s position to the land below, I will most likely experience nothing more than some nausea and disorientation.
I’m led to the large glass booth by two junior members of the team. They are doing the job that I expected to be doing myself, but alas, here I am. I am placed inside, and I close my eyes for a moment. Everything has happened so fast. I only graduated a couple of weeks ago and this is my second life-altering surprise in a fortnight. First, I was shocked to hear that my first placement would be on Ebkherun, and now I’m being moleculized among the savages of this harsh world. I really hope that the placement I get out of this will be worth it.
The soldiers carry out the rather complicated sequence of charging up the moleculizer. I hear the whirring of the machine above my head and take a breath deep into my lungs.There’s nothing to be nervous about,I tell myself.The humans will fear you and treat you like a god. You will put them back in line, get them back to work, and then you will return to Dhaarria. It will probably be even quicker than a month. How hard can it be to manipulate primitive beings of this sort?
I look up and see the dim orange light slowly brightening and becoming a shining vortex. I take one more deep breath in a failed attempt to stave off my nerves. I don’t have time to figure out whether my techniques are working as the vortex of light consumes my body, and, momentarily, everything goes completely dark.
* * *
Fuck me, ‘a little nausea’?Those textbooks are full of shit. I have been puking my brains out into the sweltering hot sand for the past five minutes. I can barely stand I am so dizzy, and I feel somewhat lucky that I have not started exploding out of the other end as well.
Finally, after another couple of minutes of retching, I lie down in the sand and start to feel like I’m getting back to normal. I’m now starting to understand why I needed to be moleculized outside of the city. That cock Chem probably knew about this but didn’t mention it out of spite. But, fair enough, this would have been difficult to explain to the humans who are to think that I am some kind of deity.
I sit up and look around. Nothing but barren hills and sandy dunes around me. The sun is at its highest point and burning a bright white. How the hell do the humans survive down here in this heat? I think back to the glassy peaks surrounding Qikhe. I don’t miss the ferocious winds, but I could sure use a building or two. This place is so damn barren, nothing but nature all around me.
I dig through the small pouch of items given to me by the general and locate the GPS. I flick it open, and it shows me the direction I am to take. I finally stand up and brush the sand off of my ridiculous attire. I start to make my way through the desert toward the city of Avaris. I rise to the top of a small sand dune and, to my surprise, see a small group of humans and one of their four-legged beasts that I believe they call donkeys traveling through the desert, mere yards from my position. There is no way that they have not seen me, but I decide to give them a wide berth anyway.
It is no use, though. I walk by them, and they all turn and stare at me. A male, a female, and their two younglings, I now see. They look at me with their mouths gaping wide and eyes glimmering. I try not to pay attention, but then, the man wails, “It is the great god Anubis! Arisen from the underworld!” He falls face down into the sand and his family follows suit. They bow down as low as they can, almost prostrating themselves on the burning ground.
I give a deep sigh and rub my fingers on the ridge of my snout. This is going to be my life for the next month, an idol of worship for a species of morons. Well, at least it looks like it’s going to be pretty easy to convince them of my godly status. All I have to do is walk by them and they’re sold.
I continue on, leaving the family in the sand to continue their worship. I take a look at the GPS and see that I am another 1.5 miles away. I pick up the speed and get over the next dune. On the horizon I can see my destination: the metropolis of Avaris.
* * *
I reachthe gates of the city undisturbed. I know that the moment I walk in, I am going to get a strong reaction. I’m not sure yet exactly what that reaction will be. If I am to base it on that family in the desert, then unconditional admiration seems to be the current consensus. That group might have been a family of lunatics for all I know, though. I have no point of reference for what is normal here. I do wish I had had a little more mission-specific training. You can only go so far with the basic facts of a species.
I decide to stop my internal yammering and take a long, deep breath. There is no point arguing with myself. I am here now, and I undoubtedly have the upper hand. I steel myself, clench my fists, and stride into the city as Anubis, the lord of the underworld.
The reaction isn’t quite as expected. Many of the people don’t even look up at me as I walk past, almost as if they’re scared to do so. I swear that not a single human has noticed that a higher being is among them in the last five minutes I have been strolling down this street. I finally come to an area with more of a crowd in it. I think that here will be the place for me to make my big reveal and show them that Anubis has arrived. To my abject disgust, I find that the humans are mutilating each other.
I see bodies impaled on sticks, some still living. I see ghastly-looking hooded natives torturing females and younglings. The screams of the humans echo throughout the street and no one seems to be doing anything. It’s like this is accepted behavior. I knew of the barbarity of this species before I arrived, but never could I have imagines witnessing such depravity within the first hour of my arrival. I can contain my rage no longer, as I realize that these hooded barbarians are exactly the cult I have come here to relieve of power.
I pull out the one weapon given to me. At first, it seems like a simple metal cylinder, but once activated by my thumbprint, and my thumbprint alone, it turns into a flaming sword. The general thought was that I would need a little flair to my weapon, and since I was trained extensively in hand-to-hand combat, I would have no problem wielding it. I take the palm-sized cylinder in my hands. I can feel my blood boiling at the sight of these savages indulging in such extravagant sadism. No society has any need for people who are capable of such acts. I get fully into character and, at the top of my lungs, roar out, “I am Anubis, lord of the underworld, and I have come to punish the sacrilege that reigns in this city!”
Finally, some of the hooded natives look up, and even in their blackened eyes, I can see the shock as they look at my form. I stand at least three feet taller than most of the humans around me. The royal attire I have donned surrounds a face completely alien to them. My features must look like something from one of their illustrations rather than from real life. I activate my flaming sword and the looks of fear turn into screams of terror.
First, I go for the impalers. They are just preparing some poor, wretched human for the spike when I launch myself at them and bring my flaming sword to their heads. I take off half of their skulls with one fell swoop and leave the condemned human to wonder confusedly what has saved him. One of the hooded humans was in the process of blinding the second eye of a human youngling. Having gotten his attention, and frozen him in his tracks, I walk over to him and take him by the throat. I lift him into the air with ease and slowly push the tip of my flaming sword through his eye, all the way out the back of his head. The stench of searing flesh fills my nostrils and I throw the disgusting human into the gutter.
By now, I have received the attention of all the humans around, including the hooded miscreants. All of them bow down in fear of my wrath, but my rage knows no bounds at this point. I take one of the bowing men by his hood and pull him along the ground to one of the spikes his friends were just about to place a fellow human on. I block out the sounds of his begging and lift him up by his robe and slam him down on the spike, stomach first. His screams turn into gurgles as the blood streams out of his throat. I do not wish the poor savage to suffer long—he knows not what he does—and take my flaming sword to his neck, slicing his head clean off.
I turn to the now groveling crowd and exclaim, “Your actions displease me! From now on there will be no more barbarity in Avaris.”
No one dares answer their god, and that’s just fine with me. I am already done dealing with these degenerates. I know that this has only been the first encounter of my mission, though. The next one will have to be at the palace; that is where the real power lies. I spit on the ground and start toward the gates of the palace. The rage that is burning in my chest is surprising. I did not think I had this kind of anger inside of me, but it may be necessary for the successful completion of my task, so I welcome it with open arms.
I pity the next savage who dares defy me.
