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Chapter 2: Encounters

Charly woke up slowly, returned from the deep darkness that had kept her mind warm until now, like tough mud through which she was now digging herself free again.Then she returned to consciousness, felt that she was lying in a soft bed with a thin blanket spread over her bare legs, and finally opened her eyes. As she had long recognized, she was lying on her bed in her room above the workshop. It was long since dark outside, the window was half tilted open, but not a sound came in from the night. Unusual.
Taking a deep breath, she propped herself up on her elbows and finally sat up. The blanket slipped over her chest and stayed in her lap. Charly looked down at herself. She wore one of the long shirts from her wardrobe, it was soft on her bare skin. Otherwise she only wore her panties. Who did she move? She remembered the last thing she had seen before she had passed out: Rico's face, and her face flushed with blush.
Carefully she got up and felt her way to the door, which was only ajar, and stopped where a narrow strip of light fell through the gap between its frame and door leaf.Charly opened the door wider and peered down into the lighted workshop. At a small table in the corner, the boys and their best friend Christine sat around two pizza boxes, laughing, joking and each drinking a cold beer. Charly breathed a sigh of relief. So Christine must have moved them. Suddenly she noticed the slight coolness in the room. Had her friend fixed the air conditioning? One look at the gray and white box in the corner and she knew it.
At that moment one of the guys looked up. The white fur around his mouth puckered as he began to grin. "Charly - honey! There you are!" Immediately Charly drew everyone's attention and stepped restlessly from one foot to the other, because at least she was half naked. Christine was her salvation after all: "Come on guys, don't stare at them like that.", Then she stood up and turned to her friend with a smile, "Sleep well?Come on, put on something decent! "As she said that, she was halfway up to the other woman.
A short time later, Charly was sitting at the table with the boys and Christine with a hot cup of coffee. As always, the three mice cracked their rude jokes, laughed out loud, and clanked their bottles together before they drank from them. But finally Rico asked: “Charly, what were you doing out there?” The person I was speaking to did not answer immediately, but watched the thin steam that rippled on the black surface of her coffee. Good question. Why was I out there? , she thought to herself.
After several minutes of strained silence, she finally said, "It was like when you landed here." Then she looked up and looked each of the three in the eye. First Modo, whose eye patch, which he wore on his left eye, puckered slightly as his eyebrows drew closer together.His gray fur looked duller than usual today, but that might be due to the sun. Then Vinnie, who, as always, looked at her faithfully with his red eyes and whose mouth was caressed by a slight, mischievous smile. Her face was reflected in the shiny steel that encased the upper right quarter of his head like a mask. And finally Rico, whose eyes she couldn't see because he always wore sunglasses whose green lenses never revealed his gaze. But Charly thought he read thoughtfulness in his features, which were covered with soft, light brown fur. The ear in which he wore the two earrings twitched incessantly.
"So you've seen a ship? The ship," he asked. Charly nodded cautiously because she wasn't sure whether her headache had really gone. "Yes. It flew across the city and then disappeared behind the skyscrapers." Rico nodded and crossed his arms thoughtfully over his chest.Modo asked further: "Did you meet someone?" Charly considered. She thought gloomily: No, but someone almost hit me ... , and as if automatically her hand went back to her back, where a large bandage was now covering the grazing shot. "No. Nobody," she finally replied curtly.
Vinnie got up and walked over to his motorcycle that was in the middle of the workshop with those of the other two. He raised his seat and brought the arrow out from underneath. Back at the table he put it on one of the pizza boxes and asked: "Has any of you ever seen such arrows?" All eyes were fixed on the shiny arrow made of dark wood. Charly looked at him carefully and found that here, in the safety of her house, he had lost all horror that he had had outside in the forest.
Suddenly Modo grabbed it and twisted it in his fingers.As if looking for something, he ran his fingertips over the polished wood and feathers. Then he stopped moving and turned a certain point closer to the light of a small lamp. His only eye began to glow, as it always did when he got upset about something inside. Finally he calmly put the arrow back, crossed his artificial metal arm with his real one and thoughtfully closed his eye. His friends didn't ask questions. The Martian veteran would speak when he was finished.
Meanwhile, Charly got up and took away her empty cup, then she headed for the gate to the workshop and stopped under it. It was still hot outside, but the black haze over the city was slowly dissipating. Now the sun could burn indefinitely on the asphalt. At a corresponding distance, the first puddles were already forming on the street, which on closer inspection would vanish into thin air again.The air shimmered over the asphalt, creating new illusions of water and moving beings.
Charly let her still tired eyes slide over the streets and followed the movements of the mirage. Who landed there? And above all, why were they shot at?

Kamyra crouched on a gentle hill near her new campsite and gazed thoughtfully over the land. The grass under her bare feet felt fresh and soft, and there was a sound of life around her. Beside her a bumblebee landed on a yellow blossom, collecting nectar humming. Kamyra watched it as it flew up again and again, looking for a stop. The black fur was crossed by two yellow lines and the bumblebee had already collected thick, yellow packages on its legs. But finally it whirled up and then flew on, mumbling.
Kamyra's gaze wandered down to the camp, where the oldest and strongest cobbled together small huts out of all possible materials, which were supposed to protect them somewhat from rain and wind.Actually she should have helped down there, but she was interested in the town that rose up in the haze not far from here. They had only been able to bring four motorcycles with them and two of them were damaged in the crash. Perhaps there she could find the spare parts needed for repairs. She didn't really like those stinking carts that were only driven by the Nigrida , as the people of Mars were called by the Deimons, but here they would prove to be the most convenient means of transportation.
Kamyra stood up and shaded her eyes with her hand. She could hardly believe that this planet had such a thing as beauty. Their homeland was of course far more beautiful, but there was also something about the earth that made it lovable. Deimos had a lot more and much taller trees, but the high meadows and the wonderful, huge lake made up for it without any problems.A high-pitched whistle rang out from the camp. Kamyra looked for the piper and finally saw her comrade Thorr, who waved his arm to draw her attention. Kamyra waved back and made his way back to the camp. She shortened the last part of the way by sliding down the loose dirt of the bank. Thorr came to meet her. "What are you doing up there? We're struggling here and you are taking a sunbath!", He snapped at her rather amicably, while he inconspicuously examined her well-built body, which was covered by shimmering, pitch-black fur. Starting with the long legs that were only tucked into tight trousers, up to her tight, muscular stomach that peeked out from under a casual top that was only stretched tightly across her chest and finally to her fine, mouse-like features and the guards , green eyes.Kamyra's delicate mouse ears twitched incessantly in all directions and a rather large, silver earring dangled on the left. Her arms looked stronger than it should be for her rather slim body and around her left upper arm she wore a silver bracelet, decorated with characters. Her bow hung over her right shoulder and on her back she had the basket with the arrows. Her long, almost black tail whipped through the air behind her.
Kamyra smiled easily. "I've looked at the landscape, and Carbine and I have already run through the whole forest to look for the wood and drag it in that you are now building. So don't complain." Thorr grinned broadly. It was the first time Kamyra had seen him laugh like that again since starting this trip and it made her happy. Thorr braced his muscular arms against his sides so that the equally well-developed muscles of his chest stood out against the soft fabric of his T-shirt.His piebald fur in three colors gave him more the appearance of a clown than that of the dangerous warrior he actually was.
Kamyra walked with Thorr between the emerging huts, in the shade of which children were already playing. Everything