Dangerous Planet
CHAPTER 9
The previous time Stan tried to examine this part of the wreckage, but did not see anything interesting, except for the torn off woman's hand with the portable stimulator on his wrist. He then withdrew the stimulator, and he is still in his pocket. While they did not find the cargo compartment, and could use any little thing, although the stimulant can hardly be considered a trifle.
After making his way through the rubble to the first dilapidated compartment, Stan cut out a blaster with someone's safe and pulled out a computer with a display thick with a paper sheet. After examining the computer, Stan disconnected the memory unit and put it in his belt. What is there inside, he decided to see when he gets to the cargo hold or gets out of this planet. Finding nothing more interesting, he returned to the corridor and for a while thought: whether he should climb into the destroyed compartments or, as for the first time, go around them from the outside. So it was much safer, and there was no need to fear that something would crush you, or you yourself would fail somewhere. Having made a definite decision, Stan went to an impressive in its size crack in the body and, before jumping down, looked out. After making sure that you could not see a green rug nearby, or a piece of bark that attacked Shirra, he pulled out the blaster and jumped down gingerly. The sun by this moment has hidden for horizon, and on wood twilight quickly began to fall. But before he could make a full circle among the wreckage, he saw with a sidelong vision a bright star that flared in the sky, which grew in size every second and became brighter. Startled by surprise, Stan quickly raised his head and saw someone's ship quickly lose altitude and quickly falls to the surface of the planet. It falls because an ordinary earthly ship never emits such a bright light when landing. Or he crashed and is about to explode, or is it a ship ... extraterrestrial civilization. "Heck!" Stan muttered stunned, his jaw hanging in surprise. He expected anything, but this – never! Unknown ship, meanwhile, entered the atmosphere of the planet at high speed, disappeared behind the trees, and even a moment later, the darkening sky lit up with a dazzling flash, and Stan felt that the earth trembled under the feet of an incredible explosion. Grabbing his hand for the bent partition, he kept his balance, and then ran with all his might to Shirra. He did not know whose ship it was and what was left of it, but, in any case, what he saw was of great importance. With a noise overcoming the last meters, he, out of breath, burst into the compartment and loudly shouted: "A ship has just crashed!" "Like this?" Shirra screamed in surprise and jumped to her feet. "You understand ... the ship ... it fell!" Stan ran to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. "You mean this rumble?" Shirra muttered, looking extremely surprised. "Yes, it was an explosion. He just fell down," Stan said with a nod. "I saw it with my own eyes." he let go of Shirra's shoulders and began to collect their things. Then he changed his mind and threw them back on the floor. "You can go crazy," he said, and sat down wearily on the lounger. "I thought it was thunder," Shirra said, still looking surprised. "What a thunder there is," Stan said. "It was a real ship." Not knowing what to say to this, Shirra dropped down next to him and stared thoughtfully at the open jar. "What do you think about all this?" she finally asked, more or less digesting the message she had heard. "I do not know myself." Stan slapped himself on the knee with his hand, then ruffled his hair and added. "Only I was going to inspect the wreckage as this ship appeared in the sky. Have not you heard the earth tremble?" "A little," Shirra said after a moment's thought. "I was busy with my thoughts and did not pay attention." "The main thing is that I remember the direction where to look for it," Stan said excitedly. "When you can walk well, we'll go there." "What about the cargo’s hold?" Shirra asked without understanding anything. Before she had time to get used to the idea that they should find this very compartment, how Stan began to change everything and make a new decision. "We'll deal with this later. Without antigrav we are unlikely to get there, and according to my calculations we still have to go no less than a hundred kilometers. And for us it's too long a distance." "And what if someone escaped there and managed to give a distress signal, as well as the coordinates of the planet?" Shirra looked inquiringly at Stan, and her face turned a little pale. "I've already thought about it." Stan punched the lounger and stared at the wall. "Even if this is so, we will not get there anyway: the forest will kill us." "And here?" "Here is a clearing, and that makes it easier for us," Stan explained. "I understand," Shirra thoughtfully crumpled a piece of paper and threw it into the empty box. "Stan!" she exclaimed, and her eyes widened from the unexpected thought. "Well?" Stan looked up and looked at her inquiringly. "Whose ship was this?" "How could I know." "But still." "I'm not sure, Shirra," Stan began slowly. "But somehow it seems to me that it's someone else's ship." "What does it mean to be a stranger?" she did not understand. "I mean a ship of extraterrestrial civilization," Stan explained calmly. "Like this?" Shirra said in confusion. "How can that be?" "I do not know," Stan shrugged and looked at her in surprise. In fact, he expected a very different reaction from Shirra. Still, other people's ships do not fall every day. True, Stan had previously seen extraterrestrial ships, but they were all destroyed by time long before he found them. And such ship which is understandable had no interest in them because apart from the leaky body, they already had nothing on board. But to be like that, right before his eyes a foreign ship exploded, Stan had not yet had to see. In addition, the value of what he saw increased many times over and because he was the only one of all people who had ever witnessed such a spectacle. This thought lifted Stan in his own eyes, and he came to the conclusion that everything is not so bad. "Incredible," he muttered, still impressed by what he saw. "But what does this give us?" Shirra asked, making an involuntary accent on the word "us." By this question, she sobered Stan and sent him down from heaven to earth. "What gives?" Stan frowned and tapped his teeth. "It's just my guess," he added. "About what?" Shirra asked. "About someone else's ship. It can be an earth ship. True, such a coincidence looks unrealistic, but it is purely theoretically possible." "What is possible? Can you explain it normally?!" Shirra exclaimed angrily. "I mean that two earth ships fell on the same planet for a period of two weeks." "Well, what's so strange about that?" Shirra asked with a puzzled shrug. "Nothing. Apart from the fact that the warships never break up," Stan continued to explain calmly. "We broke up," Shirra pointed out reasonably, holding out a sandwich. "Well, yes," Stan agreed. "But we had our reasons." "Maybe." she sighed and began to eat. At times she looked at the hunter with some apprehension, but he lay on the box, and seemed to turn into stone. "And what follows from this?" continuing the interrupted conversation, she asked. "Only that it could be a terrestrial as well as an extraterrestrial ship," Stan answered. "And you can talk about it so calmly?" for some reason angry exclaimed Shirra and, unable to resist, mocked him: "Earthly, unearthly ..." "And what can I do?" Stan flared up. "You do just that and you whine every day." Enough! I'm sick of it already!" Stan looked angrily at Shirra, and she hastily moved away from him. "I do not whine!" Shirra shouted with a flash of her eyes. "You just do not you can imagine how infuriating I feel. You think I do not see how you are tormenting me. "Yes, I do not suffer," Stan broke in. "It's simple sometimes you take me out with your chatter." "And it's all?" Shirra asked incredulously. "All." "Then I'll try to do it as rarely as possible," she promised. "It would not be bad," Stan said, not really believing that. * * * After such a stormy dialogue, they were silent for a while and thought each of their own: Stan about an unknown ship, and Shirra mostly about herself and his leg. The ship, of course, was also interested to her, but not as much as Stan. It is visible because it was far away, and she herself did not see how he fell. "Stan, what are we going to do?" she asked when she was bored. "Sleep," Stan answered shortly. Shirra liked his decision, and after some hesitation she began to pack. Stan, meanwhile, got up from the sunbed, closed the door and barricaded it with things bigger. Of course he believed the hunter, but he still did not want to leave the door open. "Stan," Shirra called out in a changed voice. She was already lying hiding and watching him carefully. "Well?" Stan returned to his lounger and began to unroll the packing material, which served as a blanket. "You had a woman?" Shirra asked, trembling with excitement. Her eyes were strangely glittering, and Stan wondered if she was ill. "What woman?" "What do you mean what woman?" Shirra was greatly irritated by his feigned bewilderment, and she barely resisted the urge to crack his face. "Did not you sleep with women?" she raised herself on one elbow, and Stan saw her breasts raise faster. "I usually sleep with a hunter. And during the expeditions he slept with Sigourney, "he answered calmly. "With whom?" asked Shirra as if she had not heard. "With Sigourney," Stan repeated. "He's that ..." She did not finish and nodded meaningfully. "He was my boss," Stan said grimly. "Oh, well, that's what I would say." she shivered and smiled with relief. "Why do you need it?" Stan asked. He was already lying and looking at him from the ceiling. "I want you, Stan," she said simply and reached for him with her whole body. "Stan?" Stan stood up and saw her open chest in front of her. For a split second he looked at her curiously, but Shirra leaned against him and began to kiss her eagerly. "You're crazy!" Stan shouted, trying to shake her off. "Do not you like me?" she breathed, asked Shirra, shaking her seductive chest right in front of him. "I like you," Stan swallowed, and felt something move beneath him and begin to straighten. She also felt this and touched her hand. "Oh, my God," she whispered and hurriedly undressed. "I did not think you had that kind of ..." They did not say any more and did what they had been doing for hundreds of generations before, and what they probably would be doing in the distant future. And only the hunter was indifferent to Shire and to all these not very understandable gestures. True, he had all three eyes on his back, and moved to a groan, turned to Stan and Shirra. But neither Stan nor Shirra paid any attention to him. By the time they finally disconnected from the moment of the piquant offer of Shirra, it took several hours. Now she lay motionless, completely naked and moaning softly. As for Stan, he sat next to her and looked at her with such eyes, as if he was going to eat. He came to his senses not soon, and only when this happened, they again went to bed, but already on one deck chair. And for the first time in all this time, Shirra fell asleep quietly.
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