Rift in the Sky

The spectators appeared to enjoy this even more than the movement to music, raising their own fists and shouting. Some started to hit each other. Drink containers and chairs began to fly through the smoke.

All of which didn’t stop Aryl. She ran lightly along the stage, not touching anyone else, ball in hand. Once in reach, she grabbed the Aala from beneath a heaving pile of naked bodies, smiled happily at him, then slapped the ball against his receding forehead, leaving a gold patch. “Thanks for showing me the way here,” she said.

“That’s all you wanted?” the creature asked incredulously. “Directions to this place?”

“We’re from offworld,” Aryl explained. Before she could say another word, the Aala was pulled back into another skirmish.

She shrugged and jumped down, stepping over a body that crashed to the floor by her feet. Everyone was busy hitting one another. Or trying to. They weren’t, Aryl decided, very good at it.

Humans.

Where was KaeCee?

“Hold it, Femmine.”

The unexpectedly stern voice belonged to a Human male who wasn’t fighting. Unlike KaeCee and the others here, he wasn’t dressed in bright colors. Instead, he wore a simple black shirt and pants tucked into knee-high boots. Paired belts crossed his chest, with loops for various small objects. Another server, Aryl guessed. “I don’t want anything,” she told him, and moved away, looking for KaeCee’s bright red jacket.

The server blocked her way. “You can’t come in here and cause a disturbance.”

Why, when it was so easy to do? Aryl thought with some self-pity, but gave more attention to the Human. Not a server. “I was told to enjoy myself,” she explained.

“BY THE WORM-RIDDEN THIRD ARMPIT OF URGA LARGE, DON’T MAKE ME COME OUT THERE!”

Gurdo’s bellow produced an instant of silence, then everyone erupted into movement and noise again. A table smashed nearby.

“A few drinks don’t give you license to break the law, Femmine. You’ll have to come with me.”

Why did Humans believe simply saying a thing would make it happen?

They exchanged measuring looks. What he thought of her, Aryl didn’t care. She judged him strongly built for a Human, but no more so than the performers on stage. If the objects he bore were weapons, she had her short knife and the force blade.

Which wasn’t, she realized belatedly, blending in. She gestured apology and tried a smile. “I’m sorry if I—”

“There you are.” KaeCee shoved his way past two females preoccupied with holding their shoes high above their heads, despite the risk to their bare feet. He had a bruise forming over one eye and his blue hair was matted with some green substance. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Not so fast, Gennine,” said the Human in black. “There’s the matter of a fine and—”

“Nonsense!” KaeCee stiffened, the good humor gone from his face. “What’s your name? I’ll have your badge!”

“Constable Gene Maynard.” The other looked unimpressed. Aryl wouldn’t have been either. “And you would be KaeCee Britain of Norval Antiquities and Otherworld Imports, looter of graveyards. Down to visit your suppliers, KaeCee, or for other diversions?” This with an odd look at Aryl.

Aryl—

At the faint touch from her Chosen, Aryl sent quickly, It wasn’t my fault. They started hitting one another. I haven’t hit anyone, she added proudly. Despite provocation. I’ve found a guide.

Triumph surged outward, so strong she wasn’t entirely sure Enris had heard her. I may have found a home. Louli’s impressed by our sample. She’s sent for someone to verify its value. You should be here. Come.

She should never have left, Aryl told herself, eyeing a pair of Humans wrestling on the floor a little too close for comfort. I’ll be there as—

“KaeCee! There you are.” As the Carasian clattered toward them, it used its closed lower claws to shove oblivious combatants out of its way. “Louli wants you topside! Now.”

“This wasn’t my fault,” KaeCee protested.

Aryl might have sympathized, but she had a sinking feeling the summons wasn’t about the fighting at all.

The M’hiray would have to deal with this Human, too?

“Tell Louli,” Gurdo said with some relish. “AS FOR YOU—” The “you” in question was apparently everyone else. It rattled away, shoving and pushing.

With a discordant wail, the ’bot band either died or gave up. The lack of deafening “music” did more to quench the participants’ enthusiasm than the Carasian. Some headed for the exit doors. Most headed for the counter, or began righting tables and shouting for drinks.

The rest were on the stage, retrieving the tossed items despite outraged protests from the naked performers. Gurdo roared something and headed for them next.

“This won’t take long,” KaeCee said with a pronounced quiver to his voice. “Promise you’ll wait right here for me?”

“I’ll come with you,” Aryl offered.