Free The Full Circle Six by Edward T. Anthony

waste of the Land Of Lazy?” Pointing his finger into the face of a very terrified Uciferi, who was not even quite sure why he was locked up like a common thief in the first place, Drake didn’t give him a moment to answer the irrational questioning. “Do you confess to the murder of Iriarte Croxon? Do you admit to ordering yourself to a refreshing cup of coffee during a battle for our very lives? The whole racecraft falling apart had to wait for your break? Well here, I’ve personally delivered to you a fresh cup of hot, reviving coffee!” Drake then hurled the hot coffee he had brought along at his prisoner, scalding his face, neck, and the exposed area of the hands he desperately flung up to his face in a feeble effort to protect himself.
    â€œAre you enjoying your coffee, murdering scum? Has it given your coward stomach the courage to confess? You can sit here for the remainder of the race and consider it! I will not be lenient with this case. If you think me unfair not to hear your pathetic pleas, take it up with Croxy!” Drake furiously slammed the cell’s door, storming away from the isolation quarters before the pitiful Uciferi could make any sort of statement toward his behalf. Still baffled by this turn of events, Ouldsid crawled to the coffee cup lying on its side and, weeping distraughtly, attempted to slurp up the remains at the bottom.
    Outside, in the docking and overhaul section of Armos, Sammy was watching in complete awe at the speed of which these funny little inhabitants carried out his orders for shield repair. He heard Drake approaching from the right, but could not rip his eyes away from the spectacle of service. He, Sammy, didn’t know if he was ready for what he knew Drake had come out here for. It was still difficult to get over the fact that Croxy was dead and would never again inject him with that magic in the needles. Showing weakness to Drake Judge was something that never really got away from you. Even in an understandable and extenuating circumstance, the captain would note and remember said display of weakness, and that would not bode well at all. Whatever the outcome, Sammy knew that he could not deny his friend the tribute filled privilege of constructing the time honored capsule themselves, as opposed to using a pre-manufactured model.
    â€œSo, where do we start looking?” Drake asked.
    â€œI’ve sent a couple of the locals to find the best wood making trees and fashion eight sheets measured to my specifications. We shouldn’t have a problem slapping it together,” Sammy answered.
    â€œWhere can we build? Have you secured a private area?” It seemed to Drake that the closer they were getting to having to start this, the more likely he was to lose emotional control. He resolved in that moment not to show even the slightest sign of weakness, fear, or grief, though it was the only person he trusted. Also, he did not expect Samelak to express any of the same faults. Lack of focus and determination would keep them from what could be a much needed victory on Drake’s road to everlasting glory, and any form of failing that could cause a deviation from this road would be dealt with.
    â€œLook around, D.J., it’s all desert, no cover. That’s why I sent these guys out to get the wood,” Sammy turned to face Drake and continued, “If you want privacy or seclusion, we could always trek out an impossible distance to follow without being seen. Or we could even ask the Armosans to transport us to a building they might spare.”
    â€œNever mind,” Drake said with a sigh “We’ll use the rear of the ship where the launch booster will give us some cover from these insufferable suns.” With that said, Drake began moving toward his racecraft and bellowing at the four armed Armosans to clear out for the day.
    Sammy watched his last friend with his special type of Sammy smile and shook his head. This would be