engineering
warriors, then the diplomats are usually all political figures, and well the military
breeds…that’s pretty self-explanatory.” Valerie started pulling up pictures on
her computer and tilted the screen toward Poppy.
“Military breeds are the larger of the race, normally at
least seven feet tall and bulky. Among their society they’re called Skrammon .
They still fight physically in battle so they’re built for it in height and
bulk. Most of the profiles I’ve seen show they have tattoos around their
temples and dreadlocks.”
The computer screen showed a darkly tanned man who seemed
attractive even though he was different from anyone Poppy had seen before.
“The Healson are the diplomats of the group. Most of
them are political figures and are known for being keen negotiators when it
comes to arguments. They’re the ones who developed the lottery idea when it
came time to figure out who would get the first shot at matches.”
The screen now showed a slightly smaller, lean warrior with
shorter hair and no tattoos on the temples. The alien’s height was still listed
as six foot ten, so height must be something they all shared across the board.
“The Brakken warriors are the science guys. They make
up the majority of the doctors, engineers and teachers of the race. They are
extremely smart but also strong. We’ve been told they’re always tinkering with
things and can fix almost anything.”
Tall, dark and handsome popped up on the screen. This
warrior’s skin was slightly darker than that of the previous two, more of a
cinnamon tone versus what Poppy would have called an African-American skin
tone. He had similar tattoos on his temple, but they seemed to be higher on his
forehead than the previous Skrammon breed and this warrior was smiling in his
photo.
“Will I get to choose a preference when it comes to my
match? From what I’ve heard so far, I’m not sure how well I would mesh with a
politician or a warrior.” Poppy was trying to absorb as much as she could but
felt a panic attack coming on. Considering she’d expected to be shopping the
freezer section at the local grocery store right about now but instead had her
profile whizzing through the government database made her feel nauseous all of
a sudden.
“I’m so sorry, I spaced out. Can you repeat everything you
just said?” Poppy smiled weakly as she tried again to relax. “I honestly didn’t
expect this to happen so quickly. I had just planned on turning in the packet
today…not actually completing the whole process in a couple of hours, and now
I’m a step away from instant alien husband.”
Valerie smiled and tilted the computer screen back around.
“Take a couple deep breaths. I’m sure you feel like you want something stronger
than coffee but this is all I have right now. My job is to make sure you are
comfortable and informed throughout this whole process. I hope we can be
friends through this. You are my sole concern right now. Liaisons are assigned
only one applicant until the process is completed so all my focus is on you.
That includes knowing when you need a breather or even a drink.
“Are you ready to continue?”
At Poppy’s small nod, Valerie started again. “Let’s go over
the contract portion of the bridal packet. Most people have those questions
first so we can knock those out of the way early and I’m sure it’ll make you
feel better.” Valerie walked around her desk and took the chair beside Poppy.
“Once a match is made, we will notify you within twenty-four
hours. At that time, you will need to start getting prepared for a
meet-and-greet. At the meet-and-greet, you’ll meet your warrior and at that
point a thirty-day clock will start. The thirty days is essentially a trial
period where you will go and actually stay with your match on the aliens’
spaceship. You are not required to have any type of intimate contact during the
trial period.”
Valerie paused for a moment as if she were trying
warriors, then the diplomats are usually all political figures, and well the military
breeds…that’s pretty self-explanatory.” Valerie started pulling up pictures on
her computer and tilted the screen toward Poppy.
“Military breeds are the larger of the race, normally at
least seven feet tall and bulky. Among their society they’re called Skrammon .
They still fight physically in battle so they’re built for it in height and
bulk. Most of the profiles I’ve seen show they have tattoos around their
temples and dreadlocks.”
The computer screen showed a darkly tanned man who seemed
attractive even though he was different from anyone Poppy had seen before.
“The Healson are the diplomats of the group. Most of
them are political figures and are known for being keen negotiators when it
comes to arguments. They’re the ones who developed the lottery idea when it
came time to figure out who would get the first shot at matches.”
The screen now showed a slightly smaller, lean warrior with
shorter hair and no tattoos on the temples. The alien’s height was still listed
as six foot ten, so height must be something they all shared across the board.
“The Brakken warriors are the science guys. They make
up the majority of the doctors, engineers and teachers of the race. They are
extremely smart but also strong. We’ve been told they’re always tinkering with
things and can fix almost anything.”
Tall, dark and handsome popped up on the screen. This
warrior’s skin was slightly darker than that of the previous two, more of a
cinnamon tone versus what Poppy would have called an African-American skin
tone. He had similar tattoos on his temple, but they seemed to be higher on his
forehead than the previous Skrammon breed and this warrior was smiling in his
photo.
“Will I get to choose a preference when it comes to my
match? From what I’ve heard so far, I’m not sure how well I would mesh with a
politician or a warrior.” Poppy was trying to absorb as much as she could but
felt a panic attack coming on. Considering she’d expected to be shopping the
freezer section at the local grocery store right about now but instead had her
profile whizzing through the government database made her feel nauseous all of
a sudden.
“I’m so sorry, I spaced out. Can you repeat everything you
just said?” Poppy smiled weakly as she tried again to relax. “I honestly didn’t
expect this to happen so quickly. I had just planned on turning in the packet
today…not actually completing the whole process in a couple of hours, and now
I’m a step away from instant alien husband.”
Valerie smiled and tilted the computer screen back around.
“Take a couple deep breaths. I’m sure you feel like you want something stronger
than coffee but this is all I have right now. My job is to make sure you are
comfortable and informed throughout this whole process. I hope we can be
friends through this. You are my sole concern right now. Liaisons are assigned
only one applicant until the process is completed so all my focus is on you.
That includes knowing when you need a breather or even a drink.
“Are you ready to continue?”
At Poppy’s small nod, Valerie started again. “Let’s go over
the contract portion of the bridal packet. Most people have those questions
first so we can knock those out of the way early and I’m sure it’ll make you
feel better.” Valerie walked around her desk and took the chair beside Poppy.
“Once a match is made, we will notify you within twenty-four
hours. At that time, you will need to start getting prepared for a
meet-and-greet. At the meet-and-greet, you’ll meet your warrior and at that
point a thirty-day clock will start. The thirty days is essentially a trial
period where you will go and actually stay with your match on the aliens’
spaceship. You are not required to have any type of intimate contact during the
trial period.”
Valerie paused for a moment as if she were trying
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