Defying The Alliance (Novokin Alliance Invasion 1) by Bobbi Ross Page B
Authors: Bobbi Ross
Tags: Fiction, adventure, Romance, Fantasy, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, Action, SciFi, Alien, Erotic, Alpha, Galactic Empire, invasion, captain, outlaw, Forever Love, galaxy, Cliffhanger, Warbird Razor, Fugitive, Deep Proteus, Space Station, Barbarian Alien, Alien Commander, Pregnant Male, Novokin, Alliance, Enslaving, Protectorate, Crew Lives
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my ship, under my command. I’ll have to keep my eye on him.
Anya was waiting for us in the doorway when we arrived at engineering, languishing as if she didn't have any work to do. Did I pay her to languish? I'd be really put out by this, if I was actually paying her.
Her tall and slender form worked hard at holding the doorway in place. She was half Terran half Duskanite, and she'd been gifted with the best of both worlds. There was a delicate, almost Elven quality about her beauty. Jet black hair flowed over skin of a deep flawless mocha. At least she wasn't as tall as most Duskanites, her mother's Terran blood stunting her growth to a mere 6'2". I stood up straighter as she stepped aside and graciously ushered us into the room.
Something strange was going on because she never called me to engineering. Never. When I turned back to eye her, she had now draped herself over a consul, as if standing was too taxing on her system. Damn if she didn't look like one of those models from the fashion holo-magazines.
"Captain," she merely cocked an eye in greeting, then turned to Trex and let a predatory feline smile slide across her face. "Handsome," she purred.
Standing and spinning in one motion she cat walked toward the reaction chamber. I guess she was expecting us to follow. Handsome, huh? I bit down on the inside of my cheek, as the green snake of jealousy slithered its way out, ready to pounce. But I wasn’t even with Trex. No, I had no claim over him.
"Captain there's something I want you to take a look at." She opened the outer hatch of a long metal cylinder next to the engine’s reactor. She pulled down the three green safety latches necessary to access the chamber and then keyed in her override command. It cried a long decompressive hiss before opening. I peered in, and-.
"What am I looking at? It's empty."
She gave me an haute smile. "Exactly. Listen Captain, far be it for me to question your actions on the space station... I'm sure, I would've done the exact same thing in your shoes." She paused to give Trex a flirtatious wink. "Hey handsome, thanks for saving our Captain.”
Trex arched a single eyebrow. “Not at all, it was my pleasure.” His stoic face was in full bloom.
She gave him another small wink before turning back to me. “The real problem is, that when we fled the station in haste, we did so without replacing our fuel crystals. If you remember Captain, we took that skecky deal because we were desperate. At that point we were already recycling discarded shards. What you're looking at in there is the total sum of everything we've got left."
I frowned deeper, on top of the frown I was still sporting from her wink at Trex. "There's nothing in there. How-."
She nodded her head and then threw her index finger up. “And before you ask, Captain, fumes. That's all we’re running on."
Skeck. "So what can we do? Or better yet as my Chief Engineer, what do you suggest we do?"
"Well Captain, as your only engineer, I've been giving this a lot of thought and it comes down to one of three possibilities. Number one, give up. Surrender to the Alliance."
That earned her my patented are-you-praking-kidding-me look, as hot blood rushed to color my face. Trex’s deep, low growl mirrored my feelings exactly, but she took it in stride.
"I know, I know. You wanted options and I'm giving them to you. Number two. The Razor's way too far from a refueling site to make it on her own power. We can start at top speed, and I can maybe coax half a day out of her. The hope here being that we can eventually drift to somewhere we can refuel."
That sounded a bit dubious, but I'd bite. "And what's the likelihood of that?"
"Pretty good, eventually...I mean if we don't die of starvation or hypothermia, undoubtedly some of us would have to eat each other. A few of us might make it." She flashed me a smile full of sharp teeth. Not quite pure-blood Duskanite carnivorous sharp, but enough to make Trex growl. My big barbarian
Anya was waiting for us in the doorway when we arrived at engineering, languishing as if she didn't have any work to do. Did I pay her to languish? I'd be really put out by this, if I was actually paying her.
Her tall and slender form worked hard at holding the doorway in place. She was half Terran half Duskanite, and she'd been gifted with the best of both worlds. There was a delicate, almost Elven quality about her beauty. Jet black hair flowed over skin of a deep flawless mocha. At least she wasn't as tall as most Duskanites, her mother's Terran blood stunting her growth to a mere 6'2". I stood up straighter as she stepped aside and graciously ushered us into the room.
Something strange was going on because she never called me to engineering. Never. When I turned back to eye her, she had now draped herself over a consul, as if standing was too taxing on her system. Damn if she didn't look like one of those models from the fashion holo-magazines.
"Captain," she merely cocked an eye in greeting, then turned to Trex and let a predatory feline smile slide across her face. "Handsome," she purred.
Standing and spinning in one motion she cat walked toward the reaction chamber. I guess she was expecting us to follow. Handsome, huh? I bit down on the inside of my cheek, as the green snake of jealousy slithered its way out, ready to pounce. But I wasn’t even with Trex. No, I had no claim over him.
"Captain there's something I want you to take a look at." She opened the outer hatch of a long metal cylinder next to the engine’s reactor. She pulled down the three green safety latches necessary to access the chamber and then keyed in her override command. It cried a long decompressive hiss before opening. I peered in, and-.
"What am I looking at? It's empty."
She gave me an haute smile. "Exactly. Listen Captain, far be it for me to question your actions on the space station... I'm sure, I would've done the exact same thing in your shoes." She paused to give Trex a flirtatious wink. "Hey handsome, thanks for saving our Captain.”
Trex arched a single eyebrow. “Not at all, it was my pleasure.” His stoic face was in full bloom.
She gave him another small wink before turning back to me. “The real problem is, that when we fled the station in haste, we did so without replacing our fuel crystals. If you remember Captain, we took that skecky deal because we were desperate. At that point we were already recycling discarded shards. What you're looking at in there is the total sum of everything we've got left."
I frowned deeper, on top of the frown I was still sporting from her wink at Trex. "There's nothing in there. How-."
She nodded her head and then threw her index finger up. “And before you ask, Captain, fumes. That's all we’re running on."
Skeck. "So what can we do? Or better yet as my Chief Engineer, what do you suggest we do?"
"Well Captain, as your only engineer, I've been giving this a lot of thought and it comes down to one of three possibilities. Number one, give up. Surrender to the Alliance."
That earned her my patented are-you-praking-kidding-me look, as hot blood rushed to color my face. Trex’s deep, low growl mirrored my feelings exactly, but she took it in stride.
"I know, I know. You wanted options and I'm giving them to you. Number two. The Razor's way too far from a refueling site to make it on her own power. We can start at top speed, and I can maybe coax half a day out of her. The hope here being that we can eventually drift to somewhere we can refuel."
That sounded a bit dubious, but I'd bite. "And what's the likelihood of that?"
"Pretty good, eventually...I mean if we don't die of starvation or hypothermia, undoubtedly some of us would have to eat each other. A few of us might make it." She flashed me a smile full of sharp teeth. Not quite pure-blood Duskanite carnivorous sharp, but enough to make Trex growl. My big barbarian
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