Author: Marc Morisseau
Originally Published: 6/25/01
Gharial never blinked as the asteroids exploded on the ship's shielding. Not that he could blink if he wanted; the creature had no eyelids, just a cold, icy stare from two dark orbs. A quick flick of his tongue moisturized them. "Increassssse shielding to maximum, and steer a course OUT of this asteroid field," he boomed as the newts scurried to get the ship to safety.
Time shifted: Gharial felt it rush over him like a wave, and his body went numb for an instant. Someone had used the Artifact. He quickly recovered, the urgency to get to Rogue Island Station increased. "Who was responsible for getting us into this asteroid field?" Gharial demanded. One yellow newt slowly, reluctantly raised its paw. "I, I did your Greatness," he stammered. "I knew that you were in such a hurry to get to the station, and I wanted to delay us no further, so I plotted the most direct course." His voice trailed off, and his body shook uncontrollably. He looked down to see that he was now standing in a small puddle.
Gharial hesitated, shook his head in distraction, then stared at the yellow newt. "Recalculate the quickest route, and this time, make no mistakes!" The newt, unsure why he was still alive, bounded to his panel, preparing for the next jump.
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