Karac: Kaldar Warriors #1 by T.J. Yelden Page A

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    “Find my mate.”  Karac stated matter-of-factly. 
    “I know that,” Darrok chuckled.  “But where are you going to start?  She hasn’t had any recent activity in the past five months.”
    “That’s where you come in, Darrok.”  Karac said with a smug smile. 
    “How did I know you were going to say that?”  Darrok shook his head and chuckled.  “All right, where should we start?”

Chapter 6:  Six Months After D-Day: Earth bound
    Karac
     
    “Karac?  We can’t seem to find anything on her to locate her current whereabouts.”  Darrok pushed his computer away in disgust.  “No phone, no credit cards, nothing.  It looks like we are going to have start from scratch.”  They were talking in Karac’s office again.  Karac could see the frustration on Darrok’s face over his inability to find any information on Karac’s mate, but he also felt it was because he wasn’t finding anything on his own mate too.  Karac understood and sympathized with the warrior.  He felt the same way.
    “We will go to her parents’ house.”  Karac said.  “They haven’t moved in 27 years.  They should know, or at least have an idea, where their youngest female is.”  Karac was ready for the hunt. Soon after finding out who his mate was, Darrok and his team started tracking and tracing all communication and travel that any relatives and friends that Ashley had.  Even with all their digging and efforts, there was still no sign of her.  Karac knew it was time to physically make an appearance and talk to her family.
    He had exchanged his formal flowing attire for more practical clothing.  His warrior gear.  Now the only thing that made him stand out among his warriors was the insignia on the front of his leather vest and his commanding presence.  The insignia was of a crown and two swords crossed and pointed down.  Only his warriors knew the true meaning of the symbol.  The humans never asked and he was disinclined to share the information anyways.  Looking down at his outfit, he felt at home in his warrior clothes.  Weapons at the tip of his fingers, he was ready for anything.  And he was going to find his mate.  He looked back up at Darrok. 
    “Find Calzen and tell him, you, me, him, and five others he chooses will be taking a trip in one hour.”
    “You want me to notify the closest law enforcement agency?”
    “I suppose we must.”  Karac shook his head.  It was a pain in the ass to have one of their human enforcers with them whenever they traveled on the planet.  But, that was part of the agreement and for now, Karac was all about keeping the peace with local officials while his warriors searched for their mates. 
    “We will meet you at the ship in one hour.”  Darrok nodded to Karac as he left the room.  Karac studied the planet out the window, excited to finally be going planet side to search for his mate.  All the inactivity of using technology grated on his warrior’s nerves.  He wanted action.  He wanted to hunt.  Today, he was getting his wish.
    He strode from Command and stopped at navigation, informing them he would be planet side but to contact him if they had emergencies.  After that, he walked through the halls to his private quarters.  The warriors saluted him as he passed and he acknowledged each one.  On the ship he tried to maintain equality with his warriors.  At home, diplomacy didn’t allow this, but since this was his ship, he followed his own rules. 
    As he entered his quarters, he walked directly across the room to his personal collection of weapons.  As a warrior, weapons were an extension of one’s hand.  All warriors learned from an early age how to wield a sword, throw knives, and fight with their bare hands.  Projectile weapons, like guns and lasers, were considered dishonorable to fight with.  While the ships were armed with these weapons, the warriors themselves followed a strict code of honor.  Most of their adversaries or fellow