At the Blacksmith's... if one would deem it such, the familair sound of hammer-on-metal
could be heard and as Tibbs stepped passed the large open door, the smell of a well-built
furnace wafted into the Vithian's nostrils. Uktena seemed to wake with a grumble and a
scratch, Nenothtu had seen only a couple of windows with curtains parted.
Boy In A Dress had packed the tent and beds back into the tube-car and after enjoying
a few moments of the salty air, he quickly trotted after his companions.
Tibbs had risen early and after discussing his plan with the Gunman from Vandalia, he
had made his way over the dried seaweed and broken fishing nets towards the quiet
Large Pinor-Ships sat on their hoverpads at the dockside away towards the other end
of the town, their tall masts holding their solar-sails towards the morning sun.
Uktena had been one of the ports that had enjoyed business from many parts of
Carbiox and had even taken in Freighter ships from nearby planets.
Of course, the persistant visits from the Light Flayers had made business dwindle
in recent years.
"Good day Sir..." Tibbs greeted the back of the hairy-shouldered Blacksmith "... how's
business?" The giant in the leather apron stood to his six feet-eight height and looked
towards the tiny man standing in the dust moted-sunbeam that slipped through the
open window above.
"Good day -back and what can I do fer' yer?" the gravel voice of Clayton sounded like
a boulder on pebbles. Tibbs took two seconds to eye the glowing area behind the
massive frame of the Blacksmith and saw the strangest furnace he had ever encountered.
Christopher Walton had invented the first Orgone Furnace in the early 23rd Century and
after initial tests, it was found that the market was dubious of such apparatus and Walton's
manufacturing had fallen away into obscurity.
Walton had commited suicide two years after his company had collapsed.
The Orgone Furnace winked blue and green behind the waiting Clayton.
The humanoid before Tibbs had lived in the village of Uktena most of his life, his family
had originated from the Altaire system, where the Grays had been visiting for many years.
After four abductions, a series of visits to the Carbiox and the Agreement Of Trade, many
aliens had used the planet as a trading area.
The Light Flayers had seen that rich pickings were available in the surrounding systems,
but with the Grays telepathic abilities, their invasion of Carbiox had been thwarted.
Tibbs could actually recall the time when The Dark Lord's minions had given up on an out-right
invasion -of course, that was another secret never to be told to his companions.
The Vithian smiled kindly and stepped closer to the sweating man, "my companions and
I are searching for a device lost here many years ago, I know that traditionally -the 'Smithy'
tends to have his finger on the pulse of his town..."Tibbs took his spectacles off and seemed
to concentrate on cleaning them on his robe sleeve "... and I wondered if you can assist?"
Clayton placed his huge soot-covered hands on his hips and tilted his head in curiosty,
but the response certainly wasn't curious.
"You assume a lot little man... and I am too busy to talk to a squirt like you" he rasped
and spat onto the straw-strewn floor. The moment Clayton began to turn back to his
'dubious' fire, Neno stepped into the Forge and spoke softly.
"Then maybe 'yer not too busy to talk to me?" the tall Gunman said relishing the opportunity
to let off some pent-up steam.
The ball pein hammer spun it's way towards the lop-sided grinning head of Neno before
Tibbs could take a breath, but Neno dodged the tool with an easy grace, he'd expected no
less for unwanted guests.
It was Clayton who hadn't expected the handle of the knife crashing into his forehead
and the oncoming stranger in the wide-brimmed hat, this was all wrong came the fleeting
The Blacksmith ignored the stinging from his bald sweat-sheened head and reached a huge
arm at the approaching invader and gambled that a moment from now, he'd be strangling
the air out of him.
Clayton's nether-regions flared with pain and the swift movements from Nenothtu had
suddenly changed the outstretched arm into a painful armlock behind his vest-stretched
"Ah'll ask again fella, do you have the time now?" Neno's breath blew onto the grimy
ear of Clayton and as the giant's knees buckled, 'this guy is dangerous' -Clayton thought.
The pain was excruciating and the stranger with the sidearm and the speed had been
kind enough to share the agony between Clayton's privates and his shoulder joint.
The Blacksmith spluttered and Neno interrupted the sound to inject "take in yer'
breaths... calm yerslf and tell me, do you wanna chat?"
The arm move nearer his shoulder blade and Clayton's mind raced with panic, he
now seriously doubted the man behind was being helpful.
"Yeah... yeah, ah'll talk" Clayton blurted and the sudden relief from the pain made
the giant urinate slightly into his dirty-red underwear.
He would never tell anyone that part.
Nenothtu and Tibbs waited quietly as the Blacksmith gathered himself and a quick
glance at the Vandalian's eyes told Clayton not to make the mistake that he would
be taken by surprise, the wide-shouldered man sighed and adjusted his apron.
"We seek a crescent-shaped machine called 'The Splitter' and it was lost in this area
a long time ago... have you heard of it?" Tibbs asked politely, the difficulty to stifle
a smirk took discipline, he must remember to thank Neno -Tibbs thought.
Clayton looked at Nenothtu as he slowly reached for a large dirty rag and after
a nod from the Gunman, he picked it from the coals near the furnace and wiped his
"We all know of this machine, although 'ah've never seen it... anyways, ah thought
the Light Flayers had it" Clayton said and focused on wiping the metal-dirt from his
fingernails, his 'lower equipment' still ached and he guessed he wouldn't be visiting
Big Bertha's tonight.
Nenothtu sighed impatiently and Clayton thought he'd better hurry and explain further.
"Yer' best bet is the Tavern, there are folk who came in last night from Greditch and
as far as Carver" Clayton reckoned he had never talked so much at this time in the
morning in his whole life.
Neno's eyes told him that was enough reckoning for one day.
"Well, we thank you for your time and advice..." Tibbs said and bowed slightly "... I hope
we haven't upset your day" Tibbs looked to the floor and didn't see Clayton roll his eyes
in disbelief. Neno was a statue and waited for the Blacksmith to go back to his toil.
As the doves cooed in the high eaves of the Forge, Clayton's mind raced with how to get
his revenge on the stranger with the speed of a Hill Cat.
Nenothtu stepped into the sunshine and smiled to himself as his thoughts ran ahead
of the big man in the apron.
"Everything okay?" BIAD said as he looked up from a water-filled barrel, the man/girl
had been checking his reflection.
"A-okay" said Neno and glanced back at the slatted door of the Blacksmiths, a small
smile played on his lips as he winked "just stokin' the fire" he whispered.
Boy In A Dress nodded and Tibbs grinned at the hermaphrodite's confused expression.
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