created us with more testosterone and
higher sex drives because it would also make us stronger, more
aggressive and better fighters.”
“I’m jealous,” she admitted. “I didn’t think
I would be, but I am.”
“Lexian and I fulfilled one another’s base
needs... but we were both waiting for the day that we would find
our true mates. What we discussed earlier, it does not have to
happen. It would only make things worse.”
Wren shook her head, “No. I’m being silly
about all of this. I’m still coming to terms with things, Kyr, but
I feel it when you touch me, when you look at me. I can feel the
connection between us. There isn’t any doubt in my mind that we do
belong together... and regardless of anything else that happens, we
will stay together.”
He smiled then, pulling her against his
chest. “I wish that I could stay in this room with you... that I
could sink into the softness and heat of your lush body.”
“We have to do this. If the others are going
through even a tenth of what I experienced... It was horrible to
always feel alone and different, to wonder if I really was crazy.
Sometimes I still wonder.”
“You are not alone now. You will never be
alone again.”
“Let’s get this done and get the hell out of
here.”
“When we leave here, Wren, he will know.
We’ll be fugitives and he will search every corner of the galaxy
for us,” Kyr warned her.
“Does that mean I don’t get to go hang out at
the Sentinel barracks and see all the hot guy on guy action?” she
asked teasingly.
Kyr smiled. “No... but if Lexian can get here
with another ship, we will provide all of the action you
desire.”
They left quietly, nodding to the guards in
the hallway as they exited the relative luxury of the Commander’s
apartment. Once again they used the transporter. Wren didn’t think
she would ever be accustomed to that. After reaching the street,
Kyr headed away from the bay where their shuttle was docked and
continued down busy corridors.
“Where has everyone come from?”
Kyr smiled, “Many come from other stations,
other planets, even other galaxies. When planets trade with one
another, the deals are generally made here.”
Wren shuddered lightly. “Many of these deals
include trading women?”
Kyr nodded. “Yes. For most, it is a contract
to establish a brothel on a particular planet or station. For
others, they contract for mates... what would have been termed mail
order brides on Earth. These females are not slaves, Wren. Most
choose to enter these arrangements willingly and are healthily
compensated for it, others choose to do so as a way of settling a
family’s debts or because they come from planets that lack other
resources. Slavery is not permitted by the Core 7 Alliance.”
It didn’t make it sound much better to her,
but at least she didn’t worry that women were being forced into
slavery. Rather than focusing on things she had no control over,
she asked, “So where are we going to now?”
“The plan, once we lose the guards that are
trailing us, is to double back to Medical Bay and access the
scanner.... Do you see that crowded entrance ahead? We will turn in
there. It’s a market, always crowded, and we can lose the guards in
there with ease, without making it apparent we were trying to.”
Wren nodded and they moved in that direction.
The crowd was thick and raucous. People were trading, haggling and
bartering. There were strange animals in cages that looked like
nothing she had ever seen before. Other stalls were selling food
items and yet other were selling jewelry and clothing. It was loud
and chaotic. She stuck close to Kyr as they wove in and out of the
crowd, before ducking into a small alley between two structures.
They waited there in the shadows as the Commander’s guards walked
past.
Kyr led Wren from the small alley and the
exited the market quickly, heading back toward the Medical Bay and
the bay where their shuttle was docked. They reached it
higher sex drives because it would also make us stronger, more
aggressive and better fighters.”
“I’m jealous,” she admitted. “I didn’t think
I would be, but I am.”
“Lexian and I fulfilled one another’s base
needs... but we were both waiting for the day that we would find
our true mates. What we discussed earlier, it does not have to
happen. It would only make things worse.”
Wren shook her head, “No. I’m being silly
about all of this. I’m still coming to terms with things, Kyr, but
I feel it when you touch me, when you look at me. I can feel the
connection between us. There isn’t any doubt in my mind that we do
belong together... and regardless of anything else that happens, we
will stay together.”
He smiled then, pulling her against his
chest. “I wish that I could stay in this room with you... that I
could sink into the softness and heat of your lush body.”
“We have to do this. If the others are going
through even a tenth of what I experienced... It was horrible to
always feel alone and different, to wonder if I really was crazy.
Sometimes I still wonder.”
“You are not alone now. You will never be
alone again.”
“Let’s get this done and get the hell out of
here.”
“When we leave here, Wren, he will know.
We’ll be fugitives and he will search every corner of the galaxy
for us,” Kyr warned her.
“Does that mean I don’t get to go hang out at
the Sentinel barracks and see all the hot guy on guy action?” she
asked teasingly.
Kyr smiled. “No... but if Lexian can get here
with another ship, we will provide all of the action you
desire.”
They left quietly, nodding to the guards in
the hallway as they exited the relative luxury of the Commander’s
apartment. Once again they used the transporter. Wren didn’t think
she would ever be accustomed to that. After reaching the street,
Kyr headed away from the bay where their shuttle was docked and
continued down busy corridors.
“Where has everyone come from?”
Kyr smiled, “Many come from other stations,
other planets, even other galaxies. When planets trade with one
another, the deals are generally made here.”
Wren shuddered lightly. “Many of these deals
include trading women?”
Kyr nodded. “Yes. For most, it is a contract
to establish a brothel on a particular planet or station. For
others, they contract for mates... what would have been termed mail
order brides on Earth. These females are not slaves, Wren. Most
choose to enter these arrangements willingly and are healthily
compensated for it, others choose to do so as a way of settling a
family’s debts or because they come from planets that lack other
resources. Slavery is not permitted by the Core 7 Alliance.”
It didn’t make it sound much better to her,
but at least she didn’t worry that women were being forced into
slavery. Rather than focusing on things she had no control over,
she asked, “So where are we going to now?”
“The plan, once we lose the guards that are
trailing us, is to double back to Medical Bay and access the
scanner.... Do you see that crowded entrance ahead? We will turn in
there. It’s a market, always crowded, and we can lose the guards in
there with ease, without making it apparent we were trying to.”
Wren nodded and they moved in that direction.
The crowd was thick and raucous. People were trading, haggling and
bartering. There were strange animals in cages that looked like
nothing she had ever seen before. Other stalls were selling food
items and yet other were selling jewelry and clothing. It was loud
and chaotic. She stuck close to Kyr as they wove in and out of the
crowd, before ducking into a small alley between two structures.
They waited there in the shadows as the Commander’s guards walked
past.
Kyr led Wren from the small alley and the
exited the market quickly, heading back toward the Medical Bay and
the bay where their shuttle was docked. They reached it
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