Delivered

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Even though it was iniquitous, Norah cursed the Yuri sentinel she crossed paths with a month ago.  If it hadn’t been for him, she wouldn’t now be squatting on her knees in a dark accessory chamber that wafted the aroma of her own sweat and blood and amniotic fluid.

Instead of hiding in a rust bucket of a space freighter, she was supposed to be at home with her husband at her side while a human midwife assisted with the birth of their child.  Although she was grateful to have Wadima from Karthonatus  crouched before her, Norah didn’t bother to ask if the elderly alien had ever before delivered the offspring of a differing species.

Before the next contraction set in, she admitted the pesky Yuri was only a link in a chain of calamities.  She set to cursing the Voratene.  Norah was only a child when they launched their plan of subjugating the aligned worlds and committed genocide against the one species most likely to stop them.

“Crown.”  As a seasoned interstellar traveler, Wadima possessed an impressive grasp of other languages, but was still a minimalist with words.

She’d been helping Norah and her husband Kelwin with evading their pursuers for the past four days.  Luckily for them, the Voratene had many enemies.  Although the individuals who’d facilitated their escapes had no comprehension why the expecting couple was being hunted, they were gratified to commit any act of defiance against their oppressors.

Even Wadima had little idea that the baby about to emerge had been branded an enemy of the empire a month ago.  The Voratene decreed the child must die because that Yuri sentinel “prophesied” the fetus she carried would become instrumental in a successful rebellion.

For many seconds Norah focused on pushing, straining to usher the baby from her warm and protective womb into a cold and hazardous universe.  She braced her arms on either side of the tubular structure that served as a conduit to facilitate maintenance on the ship’s systems.

How ironic that Kelwin’s child would be born in an accessory chamber.  Her husband was a skilled mechanic who serviced and repaired a variety of astro-craft, and his knowledge of their layouts and hidden corridors were essential to their fugitive status.

As her contraction subsided, Norah gave up cursing and embraced praying.  She had been left alone with Wadima because only an hour ago a Voratene squadron boarded the ship to conduct a routine search.  They were already hidden, but Kelwin was unwilling to simply hope that his laboring wife wouldn’t be discovered in this dark tube.  He left to surveil their movements and, if necessary, divert them.

The next urge to push overwhelmed her, and Norah was grateful Wadima was of a species adapted to low light.  To the humans her race was reminiscent of long-necked naked mole rats with large eyes.  They even had stubby tails, but those were concealed by the drab, jumpsuit-style garments they wore.  Their ability to see well in darkness compromised their color perception.

Norah lost track of how many times she pushed, and Wadima didn’t give any more updates on progress.  Her alien midwife blurted something in her native language, and quickly followed with the announcement “Boy!”

The infant squawked and Norah collapsed to a sitting position.  “How is he?”

A few seconds passed before she replied.  “Strong.”

Norah wished she could see her son, and when Wadima pressed the boy into her arms she snuggled him to her chest.  He still only occasionally squawked, perhaps because the darkness was familiar to him.

And then the ship shuddered while a wailing, creaking groan seemed to emanate around them.

She clutched the child tighter and hoped her racing heart didn’t frighten him into crying.  “What was that?”

A few seconds passed before Wadima spoke, her tone detached.  “Breach.”

Norah clamped her lips together and struggled to swallow the lump in her throat.  She heard Wadima tap on the metal around them.

“Airtight.”

It was more than concern for her son’s safety that terrified her.  Yes, these ships were compartmentalized to avoid everybody dying should there be a hull breach, but what if Kelwin had been in its vicinity?

If she lost him, she didn’t know if she could continue evading their pursuers and protect their son.  Deep in her heart she knew it would take both of them to sustain this new life she cradled.  Tears welled in her eyes as the horror of losing both husband and child overtook her.

Wadima remained silent for what was probably just minutes, but they felt like hours.  And then she stated, “Kelwin.”

He had managed to open the hatch door with no noise, and his voice was hushed while he closed it as stealthily as when he entered.  “How’s Norah?”

“Son.”

Joy caused her tears to spring loose.  “You made it back!”

“I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”  He knelt beside her, and Norah fumbled the infant into his arms.  She heard Kelwin utter a low, cooing noise as he held the baby.

“Did we have a hull breach?”

“Well, yeah, that was my fault.”  There was still awe in his voice.  “The Voratene were starting to suspect there were stowaways on board, so I lured them into the ricketiest hold and made sure they had a little accident.”

His report caused a tremor in her chest.  Kelwin had always been a practical man, but never before had he ended anybody’s life.  His action made her feel as though he’d become a bit of a stranger.

“And therein lies your first lesson,” he murmured to their child.  “Never start a fight you can’t finish.”

His paternal advice caused another stir in her chest.  The babe in his arms did nothing to start this fight, but she prayed that the Yuri who placed their child’s life at risk would prove to be correct.  He just had to survive and grow into the man that would finish it.

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Here is this month’s submission to #BlogBattle.  Let me go ahead and apologize that I won’t be able to respond promptly to any comments.  My internet access has become severely crippled for the next week, so I won’t be getting out much in the meantime.  Be sure to check out the other stories!

 

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7 thoughts on “Delivered

  1. This reads like part of a greater story. It all sounds very established and reads well. It’s something I do too. Use the BlogBattle to roll a story on. Often back story to firm up the WIP. Not that I’ve participated for a couple of months, my bad there. Hope to see more in future though!

    Good luck with that internet issue too!

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    • While I’m on borrowed (access) time:
      (Blush) You saw right through me. Yes, this is something of a prequel to a future book idea about that baby after he grows up and turns out not to be exactly what was expected. Thanks for the encouragement!
      Looking forward to seeing more of your work, too!

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      • Lol, only because I do exactly the same thing! Through prompts I’ve managed 60k words of backstory that will probably never even enter a book! That said all writing serves a purpose…which reminds me…. better get onto my attempt!

        Hope to see you loads on the BB now I’ve found you too. Also hope your issues on internet are resolved too!

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  2. Brilliant! I love the way your scene metaphorically enhances your narrative, and your narrative enhances your scene making. Giving birth in a dark tube, the breach coinciding with the birth, etc. And the way the future depends so heavily upon the successful development of the present, which, in turn, occurs mostly because of a prediction of that future in the very recent past.

    Neatly tied together, inextricably bound, destiny and fate causing, then arising from, forced choice and circumstance…

    Love it!

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  3. Ah… reading the comments and your response firms up my impression that this seemed like an entry into a well established universe… which having just written that and thought about it, it literally was! Love the single word alien. That’s efficient dialogue.

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