Kinko- The Lizard Warrior #Part2

tezmel (66)in #writing • 6 years ago

This is a two-part story inspired by @steemitadventure 's art :) Here is Part 1 :)

Kinko chose 'the sanitation section' bearing his mother's dead face in his mind. Weeks later and it was still haunting him. She floated in his conscious adorning a ghostly smile defiant to let him sleep well.

He would sometimes smile in pain. It would seem his mum remained stubborn even in the afterlife. He grew up watching her fight any soul for the betterment of the tribe.

He couldn't grasp the reason anyone would massacre such good souls over territories. His cold-blooded blood boiled but he knew only patience would help him settle those scores.

His broker had indulged that the sanitation team had better access to the whole city. They also had to wear hazmat suits and Kinko couldn't think of a better way of laying low.

In the beginning, he was assigned to the 'hole'. It was the filthiest downtown trade spot for thousands of commoners.

There, illegals lived by their numbers. Being an alien in an alien city was limiting so he understood why most of them slept in the corridors. Bunks came at a price and working for the aliens had no pay. Most war slaves only could afford two meals and security tax. It was a fee paid for living within the alien walls.

After two weeks, the arrival of fresh illegals prompted Kinko's promotion. He'd later learn that how things worked but hard work expedited the process and was a way of earning trust.

After busting his ass off for two months, he became among the chosen few to join the 'hive'. It was the largest space capital he'd ever seen. From above it looked a bit like large mazes. A city of well-proportioned blocks and dangling docked ships. He would fly over it at rush hour every chance he got to scour an escape route.

In the next three months, Kinko got close to Dhangor -the broker who got him in the system- enough to request him to smuggle him some chemicals and indigenous roots. He had settled on poisoning the gel plant. The plant was the hub that manufactured their hydration mucus.

Kinko was aware no alien would survive 72 hours without taking a dip in that disgusting slimy substance. He engineered some acidic toxic that he was sure would eat away the lubrication in their joints making them immobile to die painful deaths.

His final rush hour in an alien city -the peak of his unexecuted plan- was tense. Finally, the debt of the whole tribe was being settled, he thought to himself. It was his first solo and most dangerous mission yet.

Alarms are what told him that something went very wrong just as he was getting back to his bunk. A curfew came through the megaphones claiming treason has been committed. The princess -who was taking her dip when Kinko introduced the deadly toxic to the plant's pipes- was among those critically sick.

Their queen could be heard howling throughout the city. She wanted every illegal with access to the hive killed. Chaos broke out as the said war slaves searched for a way out. Ships collided half-mast busting into blue flames.

His ship was seen getting away by their space rangers who pursed till they lost him. He floated for an hour pondering on where to go when something blasted him towards what he knew was his most feared destination, earth.

He was critical when scientist got to him, disfigured even. Knowing that humans would keep him alive just to experiment on him, he touched the broken toxic laying next to him. He died in pain but with a smile three hours later aware his plan had worked.