Free Infinity by Charles E. Borjas, E. Michaels, Chester Johnson Page A

mixed colors of purple, brown and grey
trees. The landscape was decorated with fields of violets, lavender, roses of
every kind, green grass with hills covered with a myriad of colored flowers.
    “A perfect hiding place so we can explore
without fear of our vessel being violated,” Dvora said. Donning what female
clothing they could find from what the former occupants left behind. Finding
only uniforms, they changed into them. Taking what weapons they could gather
up, the Quewythian fugitive women from Cassiopeia ventured outside the vessel
in search of the herbs and roots they would need to restore Caratrah’s youth
and health.
    They no sooner stepped into a nearby
forest when Sarita, the fourth oldest, or quadra-aeon as they said, noticed
something moving not far from them.
    “You always did have the eyes of an
Evening Hawk, that searches its prey at twilight,” said her mother. “Be
careful, Sarita; you may be nearly invincible on our planet and in the orange
sun of Planet Enaim 22 you’d be ten times stronger, but here on this planet we
are weak. It’s the two red dwarf suns. Large and hot as they are, the
electromagnetic plasma radiation is weak.
    “I understand, Mother,” replied Sarita,
holding her disintegrator pistol tighter. “I’ll be careful.”
    Dvora and the others keep searching for
the herbs and roots. They scavenge what they could for Caratrah’s time was
short.
    Sarita sees something else move. Moving
closer in the thickness of the forest with trees higher and with thicker trunks
than they had ever seen anywhere before, Sarita once again spots movement. She
fires her pistol at a boulder fragmenting it to pieces. She sees pieces of rock
fly in all directions, even straight at her. She ducks and puts up her arm to
protect herself, but the rock debris seems to pass right through her leaving
her unharmed.
    “Sarita,” calls Dvora, “Are you all
right?”
    “Yes, Mother, but I think you should come
here and see what I found,” responds Sarita.
    Rushing over to her daughter, Dvora also
is awed by the size of the Fir trees, Pine trees, Oak trees and many more kinds
she had never seen before and marvels at the massive width of their trunks.
    She stops next to Sarita and observes.
Standing where the boulder was just an instant before is a short of stature blonde
female dressed in a flowing purple dress hanging on her hips. A purple sheer scarf
covers her breasts. Both are ornately decorated on the edges with tiny leaves
made of silver and gold. The purple material is also speckled with small golden
abstract sequins. The rest of the sisters also rush over and gather around.
    “I am Salocina Gasette,” she
chirps, in a voice that sounds angelic. “What are your names?”
    After all the introductions
are made, Salocina Gasette speaks again. “Where are you from? Why did you come
here to our planet Shalaramya?
    Dvora steps a little closer,
but bumps into a force field that knocks her back. She falls backwards and
lands on the grass. The seven sisters are alarmed.
    “Do not worry, little
ones,” smiles Salocina. “Your mother is not hurt. The grass is very soft here.”
    “She’s right, says Dvora,
picking herself up. I’m fine.”
    “Let’s get acquainted shall
we?” She moves her hand gesturing for Dvora and her daughters to follow her.
“Tell me why are you here?” She motions for them to sit down on tree stumps
that have been made into seats. They surround another much larger tree stump
that is a table. The table is decorated with ornate tableware and eating
utensils, cups and glasses. “You must be hungry and thirsty. Please eat and
drink.” Salocina claps her hands and eight servants looking similar to
Salocina, except for the arrangement of their hair and color, carry trays of
food and drink and place them on the table in artistic fashion.
    There is no meat, only
fruits, salads and herbs, and some cooked root plants. Dvora sees the herbs and
root plants recognizing them; that they