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Chapter Eighteen: "This Could be the Last Time"
The maps had been extremely useful in preparing for the hunt, and they would again be useful for post-excursion records and campaign progress analysis, but aside from plotting a destination, during the actual mission itself they were absolutely useless because the hunters and their hotel room would be time-out-of-mind.
“We are headed to the Fornax Void tonight. There is some activity over there to check out,” Veronica said. “This trip will probably just be recognizance, unless we can all easily agree, on the fly, in favor of some surgically targeted extermination efforts.”
They dimmed the lights, switched on low, ambient white noise, lit the candles, opened the windows, and cranked up the room’s A/C fan setting as high as it would go. Though the women all remained fully dressed, they crowded into one of the room’s king-sized beds, covered their entire bodies including their heads with the sheets, snuggled up, and waited for the sandman.
Veronica was the first to shine in at their destination, parked in an extremely high orbit of a relatively solitary, large, and bright blue star, although from her position in the system’s extremities, the blue sun appeared to her eye as no larger than a bright but small whitish-blue ball bearing.
Her astral body was a deep icy cold, of an iridescent yet translucent metal-like composition with conductive water-like properties. Reflecting the ambient light from the local star which she orbited distantly, she spun and directed a series of flashes at a far more distant point of light, which shimmered in response. She shined the local star and it instantaneously created a connection that warmed her astral body and resonated throughout her vessel with a warm light that made her every cell smile and glow rich amber. Then, she unfurled a beauty of a tail that was about five times her body length. She balled up into a spiky disc, gathered a charge from the subaetherial medium, and connected two precision electrical pulses with the local sun.
She stopped frolicking and briefly directed her thoughts back to the hotel room. Moments later, Becca, Dusty, and Rainy all shimmered in, checkering in and out of various of the nearest star systems before parking themselves near Veronica’s location. It was not possible to talk out loud in the airless space, but there was no need to do so, as the prescient stillness and relative ontological emptiness of their surrounding medium easily facilitated cognitively audible conversation without physical speech.
Dusty and Rainy had each made their tails about a mile long, and were having a sword fight that was lighting up the local space with brilliant showers of sparks of every color. Becca was using hers to connect arcing current with various other local celestial bodies in orbit around the star, which was also sending sparks, causing lightning, and creating very subtle and extremely low vibrations in their region. Meanwhile, Veronica floated peacefully, facing away from their friendly star and grokking out at the depth of her alien perspective of deep, deep space.
“We can come back to this. But now we must get to work,” Veronica said, after about 30 minutes of their frolicking and floating around.
“She’s right, let’s get to it,” Becca said, furling her tail which was, by now, glowing orange-amber from all her fireworks. “They’re that way,” she said, pointing with her tail at some point on a northern incline from their position in the local system, “on the fourth satellite of a nearby star of the same class as this one, several million kilometers from here.”
“There are not many of them, maybe about 100. Should we take them out now?” Rainy asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” Veronica said, “since there is not much else going on there. If their satellite were not so desolate, we would have to tread far more lightly. But, it seems to be just them, old growth forests, and vast primordial oceans. We’ll incinerate their hairy coils from the sky, and then investigate what their mode of living was, incorporating whatever new knowledge we happen across into our future interstellar hunts.”
“Also, we take note of the general environment, mindful of any pattern that could emerge as relates to their preferences for hiding out among the cosmos,” Becca said. “Their inclination towards darkness and relative solitude is a positive thing when it comes to their interdiction, because it makes us less likely that we will come upon any vast, densely populated intergalactic hegemonic werewolf population distribution.”
“Don’t forget, however, that their presence on earth seems to have been out of character insofar as violating their moxy of relative cosmic solitude,” Rainy said. “It serves us to think critically about what might have caused that deviation.”
“Whatever. Let’s go,” Dusty squealed. They all balled up and disappeared into the inky black interstellar medium with a silent flashes that sent bracing shockwaves rattling off into the abyss, leaving in their wake a cloud of scattered protons.
End Of Book Three