She couldn't erase the Cornucupia from her mind. It wasn't as if Kassquit hadn't tried.
Coming out of there with a long black stick of some sort, she was surprised to find her hands were trembling. Even when she noticed and willed them to stop, they kept right on trembling. Another Tosevite reaction from her physiology, the part of her that was most like the Race thought. Probably no different then sweat and disgusting hair growth. Knowing didn’t help. Kassquit's hands kept trembling. All she could think of was the front row seat to the Tosevites barbarism.
Now she knew all over again why the Race called them “Big Uglies”. They were ugly in every sense of the word.
Kassquit had no idea where she was going. She’d never seen combat back on the ship. Her, being trained like a fighting male? Laughable! Even being counted a proper citizen of the Empire wasn’t a given with the other researchers. Now she found herself wishing she had asked to train and risked the eye turrets waggling in disapproval. She’d been so busy being a peaceful, productive citizen – more so than the others – that the thought never crossed her mind. Neither had her life before this prepared her for splashing through dark, clearly unsanitary puddles of water, some sort of algae floating on the surface. Kassquit charged through it anyway.
It seemed like hours before she couldn’t hear any more of the other Big Ugly voices or scuffles behind her. In reality it was probably only minutes, she told herself, only to start when a foot up ahead kicked at a can and sent it rattling across the floor toward her. Kassquit's hands clutched at the black stick, white-knuckled. What she wouldn’t do for proper claws!
Re: DINING CONCOURSE
Coming out of there with a long black stick of some sort, she was surprised to find her hands were trembling. Even when she noticed and willed them to stop, they kept right on trembling. Another Tosevite reaction from her physiology, the part of her that was most like the Race thought. Probably no different then sweat and disgusting hair growth. Knowing didn’t help. Kassquit's hands kept trembling. All she could think of was the front row seat to the Tosevites barbarism.
Now she knew all over again why the Race called them “Big Uglies”. They were ugly in every sense of the word.
Kassquit had no idea where she was going. She’d never seen combat back on the ship. Her, being trained like a fighting male? Laughable! Even being counted a proper citizen of the Empire wasn’t a given with the other researchers. Now she found herself wishing she had asked to train and risked the eye turrets waggling in disapproval. She’d been so busy being a peaceful, productive citizen – more so than the others – that the thought never crossed her mind. Neither had her life before this prepared her for splashing through dark, clearly unsanitary puddles of water, some sort of algae floating on the surface. Kassquit charged through it anyway.
It seemed like hours before she couldn’t hear any more of the other Big Ugly voices or scuffles behind her. In reality it was probably only minutes, she told herself, only to start when a foot up ahead kicked at a can and sent it rattling across the floor toward her. Kassquit's hands clutched at the black stick, white-knuckled. What she wouldn’t do for proper claws!