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They took Freip’s parents, putting slave bands on them, but not before they had brutally attacked, some of the females, carrying them off. I was lucky to escape, as was Freip.
We managed, with some of the others, to escape, but the horror and the pictures remain forever in our minds. The Jogarth are a cruel and maleovalent race of beings.“
Trime clung to her mother hugging her, Freips voice rang out “Come on !”
Freips best friend, close companion, Erget, had arrived, carrying a weapon with a couple of other males.They greeted each other and as Tresh handed Freip his weapon, they were talking of the latest news
“Trime” “Yes dad” Take your brothers and go play in the upper level “ “Dad!! “ Her mother looked at her, about to say something? Trime moved to grab them, take them with her.
“Yes dad, come on you two “
“Palace is gone and rumour is almost substantiated. They’ve executed the Royal family. Apparently, that psycho whore, killed them” “Always said, she was bad news “
“Jogarth scum, are moving and Reger reports, massive infantry, some are Urowq, there to obviously, back her forces up.” He paused, wiped a tear. “Some are our own who have gone over to the Jogarth, selling us out, traitors !“
“How long “ “A day at most “ “We need, to take them to the south.“ “We’re staying, to fight! We need to make sure, they’re delayed, whilst you, take them and make sure, they’re all safe especially Trime. “
“Of course I’d forgotten “ Trish held Friep close they kissed. “Remember well and kill a few of them for me! “ Friep nodded. “Now, gather your things and, we’ll fetch the Kets.
Not long after they all left except Wert.
“Trime “ Her mother knew they had to LEAVE and NOW ! Soon they were out and with a number of others, packed into transport. The bare essentials, they all formed a convoy and left. “Don’t worry.”
A neighbours partner leaned forward. “You’ll all be back home soon, this is just a precaution that’s all, we don’t want you to see, the Jogarth getting slaughtered. “
Freip had found the travelling tedious, they had been travelling for some time. when they spotted a large building. people moving inside it, some were armed. they headed towards it. Freip was off the transporter and talking to one of the local inhabitants, a whole load of them. were inside the building and taking cover!
There had been some air attacks, as he spoke a noise could be heard and from the north, the clear outline of Jogarth air strikers, Freip knew what they were, straight away. But he also noticed, the heavier looking craft troop carriers. Inside everyone. inside NOW !!”
They rushed towards the entrance as two strikers bore down on them. making the distinct ear piercing sounds they made as they attacked, it was the perfect weapon, to create panic and fear, as you lost your hearing. Sound was something the Animorphs, were very sensitive to!
Close up, the noise damaged their hearing, which caused them a great deal of pain and balance problems. Already, two of them, were stumbling, staggering, before falling to the ground .
They closed the hatches.
Freip could see a troop carrier landing near by, he knew there would be at least, a thousand troops on it, spilling out, no doubt heading towards his home area and taking slaves from the surrounding areas.
The elderly, would be abused, savagely beaten, tortured and murdered. The Jogarth, seldom took prisoners; when they did, it was as slaves or nothing. He turned, to everyone in the place, eventually they all hushed.
“We will, fight them off, for as long as we can.” He looked at the females. “Before they take any of you , you have the elixir we gave you. DO not fear using that.
We promise, it will work, VERY fast AND is totally painless. Prepare for the worst, we can’t hold them off forever there’s too many, of them.
If they’re Urowq, we all know, they like the Jogarth take no prisoners! Use the caverns beneath this building to hide, chances are, they won’t hang around! With any luck, they’ll believe we’re their only opposition.”
He knew from experience, they raided, seized as many as they could but didn’t hang around.
Too keenk to move on, to the next kill zone and, he spoils of war.
The battle was soon over, the might and power, of the attacking force its superiority in numbers and weapons, destroyed any resistance without mercy; but this time? It had been relayed to them that the Scum were not taking slaves. Freip watched as they attacked with Desje’s (heavy rockets )
Destroying the upper levels to rubble, luckily only a token number of those hiding in the caverns below. Freip was waiting his moment of death when a piece of heavy structure hit him and he blacked out. The troopers wasted no time their onslaught, killing. Bodies laid out the commander noticed Freip in the corner.
He moved over to him, turning him over he looked at what Freip was wearing. On his jacket was an emblem. ‘Special forces’. It was what was next to it that caught his attention. He looked at it
“Well, well, so you were there too ! Sendiq! It brought back fond memories! He had enjoyed, the killing spree and, the round up of slaves.
Freip stirred, a trooper went to kill him, the Commander stopped him. “Leave him! I want him to remember this day, to remember, that the Jogarth, are invincible! “ He laughed,
Freip woke, to find himself barely alive. Yet, he had been given medical aid, before passing out again. Who? His question remained unanswered, his thoughts, were elsewhere.
The sight that met his blurred vision, was one of strewn torn and beaten bodies, he saw the laser lance burn marks. They had casually walked around, making sure, they had done their job.
None of them could be alive? They had robbed them.
Why had he been left alive?! In his hand was a scribbled note,
We met before, you were there too ! Sendiq! You need to learn and accept, we are the winners and, you lot are born losers.”
He started to cry, the tears streaming down his face. In front of him, friends, companions, he had known all his life. Dead.
Elsewhere?
The heat was just tolerable, arid and dry. A mirrored haze that hung in the air as they entered the desert area south. Beyond lay a crest of hills with caves. Entrances to long abandoned mining tunnels.
A reminder, of a past long forgotten.
When Bexes had first been colonised, the caverns, provided much needed shelter, from the bad storms, that the planet suffered from. Terra forming and future work, on the landscape, had made, for better survival and resistance, to heavy weather, including the cylonic transients. .
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