The Human Bearer
37.
The quarters that had been appointed to him by Marn were considerably larger compared to the place where he had lived with Xana. There were large water containers lining one wall; Riordan counted three of them, and then continued his inspection. His curiosity led him to the pod-like structures in the middle of the room that appeared, at least at first glance, loyal copies of the type of capsules he had noticed in Marn's and Kanto's quarters. He tried to peek inside one of them -- it appeared to be complete with what seemed to be navigation controls and the like. The elongated design reminded him of the cars on Xeno, in which one had to lie horizontally during the shortest trip. All the controls were aligned on the sides, but Riordan thought that some holographic projections would light up the glass on the inside for the navigator to use them as he should.
There were four such pods inside the large room. One of them had to be for him, and he wondered how long it would take him to master that kind of thing. It didn't matter. To return Xeus safe to the ship and Xana's arms, he wouldn't sleep if that was needed.
That left him to believe that there were three others who would join him shortly, all Xenos. Who wanted so much to go on a suicidal mission as the one he had proposed? Or had it always been in the cards? As always, he wasn't good at reading Marn's mind. His Royal Chancellor hadn't let him know whether he considered his idea as if it came out of his human brain or he had thought about it beforehand.
Xana considered that destroying Galatea was the only way to get rid of Gamni Gafilos and the threat he represented. He didn't care that his own son would be killed in the process. Or maybe Riordan didn't know a lot about Xeno psychology to understand what was going on under that smooth forehead.
Thinking of Xana didn't do him any good. It made all the fresh pain return with a virulence he couldn't control. He wanted to condemn Xana for thinking like that, for abandoning Xeus, but he had seen what Gamni was capable of. The metal parasite, as Florent had described it, his ability to make an entire ship the size of Tu'lek lose half an hour in human and Xeno time alike. Even the bots had been rendered useless for that half an hour. That sort of thing could only be considered frightening.
And yet, his human heart didn't let him join that rationale. Anyone could tell him that his chances of success were non-existent. And he would still hope.
He, and three Xenos. What kind of snakemen were they to embark on such a mission? They adapted in their own way, sharing their bearers, guided by the biological imperative that the species had to survive. When such logic was applied, no one should join Riordan in trying to board Galatea and kill the general. The fact that he wanted to save his and Xana's son was his alone.
The doors opened with a hiss, and he turned on his heels. His eyes grew wide when he saw who the three Xenos were.
"Lakni," he barely managed to say. The young Xeno moved forward first, followed closely by Frontis and Blaise.
"Why do you act so surprised?" Lakni smiled. He appeared so calm, given the circumstances. "As you know, I'm a navigator in training. That means that I can't pass this chance."
"I don't really get it," Riordan murmured while looking into Lakni's striking blue eyes. "You guys have all the reasons in the world not to join this mission. Lewis needs you. And your Xenolites."
"Lewis is in good care. We left Vasko, Harid and Tamdor with him."
Riordan remembered Vasko and his penchant for kissing. The twins had been chosen to stay behind, too. He was still trying to wrap his head around it all.
"And you two?" he asked, turning toward Frontis and Blaise.
Frontis, from his underdeveloped height -- underdeveloped for a Xeno -- set his chin high and gave him a lopsided grin. "Don't you recall seeing me at work? If there's any of us with a chance to get close to Gamni Gafilos and kill him, that's me."
When Kanto had been attacked in his quarters, Frontis had been the one to turn invisible and lunge at the enemies seemingly out of nowhere. That was some high-level assassin ability, the way Riordan saw it.
Blaise, the albino with red eyes, kept watching him. His quirked lips seem to mock him playfully. Even under the circumstances, there was a sexual undercurrent wading off these young Xenos.
"His Royal Chancellor will be pleased when we bring him the general's head," Blaise said and his lips turned the playful smile into a sinister grin. "No, it isn't some play on words." The young Xeno moved his tail, its scales moving and shifting until they turned into cutting sheets of metal.
Riordan shivered at the sight. If he needed any explanation for the presence of these three, he had it: one navigator, two assassins. And he, as the extra of the group. Either Marn thought all of them dispensable, or he believed Riordan brought something to the squad. The latter seemed unlikely. Still, it wasn't his style to dwell on His Royal Chancellor's choices. This time, they suited him and his desires.
Still, there was something he needed to ask before continuing. Had the three been some unknown Xenos, he would have just kept quiet. But it wasn't the case.
"Do you know how dangerous this mission is?"
Lakni laughed, like the carefree youngster he seemed to be. "The more dangerous the mission, the bigger the fame we'll enjoy when we return."
"Really? Okay, whatever floats your boat. What did Lewis have to say about this?"
"He understood our choice," Lakni explained. "From the beginning, he behaved like a soldier. When he learned what happened to Xana's Xenolite, he told us that the general has to die. And we agreed. Then, His Royal Chancellor asked for volunteers. As Lewis would say, it was a no-brainer."
"Really? Didn't he want you to stay back, safe? For his sake? Your little ones?" Riordan asked, taking in turn the smooth faces of his squad mates.
"He is grateful to you for saving his life, Riordan. We wouldn't have him if it weren't for you. He knows that he is in good hands with Vasko, Harid and Tamdor. But he made us swear that we will return safe and sound."
Riordan nodded. An overwhelming feeling of gratitude washed over him.
"Don't worry. We're not only doing it for you," Frontis added. "It is for us a chance to show our brethren that we are worthy to stand by their side."
