Aevar: Trekkers (A SciFi Alien Human Military Romance) by Terra Wolf, Juno Wells
Authors: Terra Wolf, Juno Wells
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stop them.” She paused. “We need to see any navigational maps that your guards up at the front gate have. And anything that would have seen them come in and out in the past several weeks. We need to know where these men went. It’s the only way to figure out how to stop them.”
Both of the men nodded to one another and Maeve waved them off with a flick of her hand. It amazed Ivy that this woman who was barely four feet had such control over these large men.
“Go get whatever they request, and if those dummies at the front gate question you, tell them I’ll deal with them later.”
After the men departed, she turned to Aevar and Ivy. “Are you two ready for what is to come next?”
Aevar stood. “I'm always ready.”
She smiled at him. “A Trekker to the very end. You chose your mate well, Ivy. If your father ever gets the chance to meet this man, he’ll be very proud of you.”
Ivy looked up at Aevar, who was standing like a statue. Everyone in the bar was staring, but she didn't care. Let them know who she was with, they'd be dumb to try to take them. With a fire in her belly and a blaster in his hand, they were unstoppable.
Chapter 12
Aevar
T he commander leaned over his long wooden desk. Aevar had filled him in on everything they found out, but he failed to mention the part where they gave up who they truly were. He knew he had to keep that secret between him and Ivy.
“So you're sure this is what they said? A space station? I just can't believe it!” the old man said, tossing his arms up in the air as he walked around the desk.
Aevar nodded. “Yes, sir. They were very clear. We confirmed the trader’s stories with a couple other locals before you extracted us out of the area. Other people mentioned seeing them steal tools and large pieces of metal. They are definitely refurbishing a space station.”
The commander leaned against the front of his desk and crossed his arms over his chest. “There is a space station of ours that has been out of commission for about five human years. Recently, we've been getting some thermal readings off of it. We assumed that some sort of Pirates had taken it over, but there was nothing there to salvage. The reason we abandoned the station to begin with was because the oxygen levels were far too low to survive on. It just wasn't worth fixing, not with all the technology we have now. That piece of junk was probably built ninety human years ago.”
The commander was frustrated, and Aevar understood that. But if Ivy was right and these people weren't really people anymore, the oxygen levels and the living conditions wouldn't matter to them.
“I think they were just looking for a place to regroup, Sir. I don't think they really considered the level of care that they would be giving people. It's not high on their priority list.”
The commander shook his head. “When you’re sucking the lives of the people, I guess not. What did Ivy call them? The Harvesters?”
Aevar nodded. “Apparently they used to tell children on her planet about Harvesters when she was a child. She thought it was a scary story to keep them out of the woods at night. But it turns out it was people who had gotten the plague, and it mutated into something completely new.”
“I just don't see how we didn't know about this before.”
“We don't engage with a lot of those outer rim planets. They hardly acknowledge that the Alliance has full control of the galaxy. Many of them don't even adhere to our laws and traditions. They have their own governing bodies and their own elders and fables. It's just that we didn't realize that some of the fables were truth.”
The commander pinched the bridge of his nose. “What does that mean for the rest of the outer planets? How many times have we heard stories that we ignored?”
Aevar shrugged. “Thousands, probably. Which means there were probably other warning signs that we missed. Times when we should've paid attention, but we let it go. Where
Both of the men nodded to one another and Maeve waved them off with a flick of her hand. It amazed Ivy that this woman who was barely four feet had such control over these large men.
“Go get whatever they request, and if those dummies at the front gate question you, tell them I’ll deal with them later.”
After the men departed, she turned to Aevar and Ivy. “Are you two ready for what is to come next?”
Aevar stood. “I'm always ready.”
She smiled at him. “A Trekker to the very end. You chose your mate well, Ivy. If your father ever gets the chance to meet this man, he’ll be very proud of you.”
Ivy looked up at Aevar, who was standing like a statue. Everyone in the bar was staring, but she didn't care. Let them know who she was with, they'd be dumb to try to take them. With a fire in her belly and a blaster in his hand, they were unstoppable.
Chapter 12
Aevar
T he commander leaned over his long wooden desk. Aevar had filled him in on everything they found out, but he failed to mention the part where they gave up who they truly were. He knew he had to keep that secret between him and Ivy.
“So you're sure this is what they said? A space station? I just can't believe it!” the old man said, tossing his arms up in the air as he walked around the desk.
Aevar nodded. “Yes, sir. They were very clear. We confirmed the trader’s stories with a couple other locals before you extracted us out of the area. Other people mentioned seeing them steal tools and large pieces of metal. They are definitely refurbishing a space station.”
The commander leaned against the front of his desk and crossed his arms over his chest. “There is a space station of ours that has been out of commission for about five human years. Recently, we've been getting some thermal readings off of it. We assumed that some sort of Pirates had taken it over, but there was nothing there to salvage. The reason we abandoned the station to begin with was because the oxygen levels were far too low to survive on. It just wasn't worth fixing, not with all the technology we have now. That piece of junk was probably built ninety human years ago.”
The commander was frustrated, and Aevar understood that. But if Ivy was right and these people weren't really people anymore, the oxygen levels and the living conditions wouldn't matter to them.
“I think they were just looking for a place to regroup, Sir. I don't think they really considered the level of care that they would be giving people. It's not high on their priority list.”
The commander shook his head. “When you’re sucking the lives of the people, I guess not. What did Ivy call them? The Harvesters?”
Aevar nodded. “Apparently they used to tell children on her planet about Harvesters when she was a child. She thought it was a scary story to keep them out of the woods at night. But it turns out it was people who had gotten the plague, and it mutated into something completely new.”
“I just don't see how we didn't know about this before.”
“We don't engage with a lot of those outer rim planets. They hardly acknowledge that the Alliance has full control of the galaxy. Many of them don't even adhere to our laws and traditions. They have their own governing bodies and their own elders and fables. It's just that we didn't realize that some of the fables were truth.”
The commander pinched the bridge of his nose. “What does that mean for the rest of the outer planets? How many times have we heard stories that we ignored?”
Aevar shrugged. “Thousands, probably. Which means there were probably other warning signs that we missed. Times when we should've paid attention, but we let it go. Where
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