by K. L. Wallen
Galaxy Warrior Tyce
By:
K.L. Wallen
Alien Abduction: Galaxy Series 9
Dedication:
To all of those with an open heart and mind. May you never change, and always find love. I would also like to thank Sabrina and Karina for their thoughtful suggestions concerning the aliens and honored guests. A special thanks to Katrina for the lengthy emails (lol). Because of your spurring (smile), I’ve written a bonus piece at the end of this story and will do my best to include a bonus piece at the end of each forthcoming book. Thank you all. Each of you, and all my readers, are truly special! I really do enjoy hearing from you.
For more information on the series, and for Laurel’s Café, where hopes, dreams, and gossip are posted every weekend, go to my website at www.klwallen.com
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Should you wish to drop me a line to say hello, make a suggestion, or let me know of a mistake, or something you liked to see in an upcoming book, my email is [email protected] I do read all of my emails and I do not spam or sell names and emails. I do often respond though to your email. Truthfully, it’s nice to hear from readers. It makes me feel like I’m doing something worthwhile, and gets my buns in gear and working.
It is not necessary to read set 1, but doing so would provide you a better understanding since it’s a Space/Earth soap opera. That being said, do read the Catch-Up if you haven’t read the first set.
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Thank you, Karen
Copyright:
Published by: K.L. Wallen, 2017
Cover Art by: K.L.Wallen, 2017
ISBN: 978-1-5323-1743-9
© May 2017, by K.L. Wallen
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All characters, and events are of the author’s imagination. Some locations come from the author's imagination, while a few others are places that exist, and have been fictionally modified to enhance the story line. Any resemblance to living persons is merely coincidence.
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I hope you enjoy this second set in the series. Although not necessary, I recommend you read the books in the first set before this series, so it will be less confusing, and you’ll get to experience the full exasperating/fun rollercoaster ride between humans and aliens. This is a soap opera, or rather space opera!
Galaxy Warrior books—set 1 (An outer space/Earth opera!):
Galaxy Warrior Slotan, book 1 (Contains more sexual scenes than other books. The Fleet Commander has found his human mate, but can he abduct her a second time? Sets up the series.)
Galaxy Warrior Twins, book 2 (Fun and quirky! Moira knows how to deliver payback.)
Galaxy Warrior Zepar, book 3 (Much more intense, Kodiak, the fearless and deadly Navajo godfather enters the picture along with his goddaughter Olivia Phillips. Kodiak’s creed—touch my goddaughter and die.)
Galaxy Warrior Gorgo, book 4 (The brother torn between his first love, and the human woman willing and wanting to be his.)
Galaxy Warrior Phataz, book 5 (The brother who sees human females as unworthy! He gets his comeuppance. Repeatedly. Book after book.)
Galaxy Warrior J’Quil, book 6 (The powerhouse who is as tender as they come, but can he protect the psychically gifted hacker?)
Galaxy Warrior Traven, book 7 (The brother torn between wanting a human female, and his upcoming promotion to Commander.) Extended: includes trip home, arrival, and a short about our beloved Kodiak at the end. Conclusion of the first Galaxy Warrior Series)
Set 2 references back to set 1, but continue the soap opera, with new warriors and honored guests.
Galaxy Warrior Favian, book 8 (the healer who returns to abduct the human female he rescued)
Basic Catch-Up:
(This part is a must read, if you have not read series 1, or book 1 of the second set.) This is a space/Earth soap opera. Although not necessary, it’ll make more sense if you read the first set before this second set.
The Pzianian warriors from the Guardian are replacing the warriors from the Galaxy Hunter, who have left for Pzianian with their honored guests:
MISSION & BACKGROUND:
Thalmar, the Pzianian Leader, ordered the eight sons of his next in command, Co-Leader Bronis Scorpak, to venture to the planet Earth. Suspecting problems with a couple of the lead scientists on their home planet, Thalmar needed information provided by these scientists discretely verified. Twice, every century, probes have been sent to Earth to monitor our progress. Leader Thalmar was secretly informed by a few lower grade scientists that information being handed over was not entirely accurate.
The eight brothers were to verify the integrity of the information, collect data not provided, and retrieve honored guests in varying fields. Thalmar felt Earth’s society may be evolved enough to enter into mutually beneficial negotiations, for exchange of natural resources and technology.
This was to be Fleet Commander Slotan Scorpak’s last mission before taking a permanent post on their home world. Slotan oversees more than 250 Pzianian warships, and has tens of thousands of warriors, male and female, under his command.
He and his brothers expected to arrive at Earth and find that not much progress has been made. Fleet Commander Slotan and his brothers were shocked to discover how quickly Earth’s technology was advancing. What stunned them more were the diverse, loving, difficult, intelligent, frustrating, creative, crafty, sexually intriguing humans who seem to have formed a language that makes no sense whatsoever. What left them in a state of shock was to discover that many humans have unique abilities that are associated with the gods and goddesses. They located two such individuals, one of whom with the ability of precognition, saved their home planet from destruction. The Pzianian race compared to those on Earth, have distinctly different cultures and styles in verbal communication.
Pzian language is straightforward. They returned to Pzianian with a number of honored guests in various fields of study, gathered much unknown material, made contact with Director Lee at the Department of Defense, and then headed home.
Fleet Commander Slotan handed off the second portion of gathering information and more honored guests to Commander Dorn Gharm of the Guardian Warship.
Pzianians are a warrior race, not by choice, but by necessity. Centuries past, they were approached by another race, who sought to enslave them and strip-mine their planet. Their planet’s leader at the time, Privok, implemented a mandatory D.N.A. enhancement program for all Pzian citizens. His genetic manipulation plan saved the Pzian race and planet; however, in the rush to secure their existence, the scientists failed to realize that the changes were not a one-generation boon. This is why Dr. Stacy Randall in set two is abducted.
The society they once loved, similar to Earth’s family structure, is remembered by only a small portion of the population. Approximately ten-percent of the Pzianian population follow the old traditions and resid
e in single-family units, staying faithful to their life-mates and rearing their children together when they are on holiday from the warrior academy.
The remainder of Pzian males and females live separately and enter into breeding contracts. Sex for the ninety percent of the population has become a mechanical act for procreation, and a very rare sexual encounter solely for a quick release, and not targeted for pleasure. Younglings (children) produced split their holiday time between their parents. The time spent with each parent is part of the contract negotiations.
Pzians base decisions on logic and history—not gut feelings. Nor do they possess unique gifts, with the exception of a sometimes-shared mind link between identical twins. This is as gifted as Pzians get. To say the discovery that humans have various unique gifts, granted by the gods and goddesses, has sent their mission in a tailspin is an understatement.
In book one of set 2, Galaxy Warrior Favian, the good ship’s healer locates and convinces the lovely Dr. Stacy Randall, a stem cell researcher who may be the Pzianian savior to Privok’s gene manipulation, to join them. Favian does so with a great deal of difficulty, manipulation, and of course abduction. Also introduced in this story is Gabriella Mendez-Powers, Kodiak’s daughter, and Blaize Pulten’s intended honored guest. Gabriella will be featured through most of the series.
Primary Alien Characters for this set are listed in the Glossary.
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Contents:
Dedication
Legal Matters/Copyright
Basic Catch-Up
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Bonus: Dakota and Christine, a short story
Glossary
Appreciation
Chapter 1
(read Basic Catch Up if you are unfamiliar with the series)
Warrior Tyce Owynn excitedly approached the female who stood up and waved at him to come over. He didn’t realize that finding a psychic honored guest would be so easy. He grinned at the blond woman whose hair was pulled into a puffy hairstyle, and wore multiple chains of varying lengths and styles. All of her adornments, including the ones hanging from her ears, ended with some sort of stone dangling at the end. He found this curious.
Madame Celeste was first to spot the well-built men who entered the building. She rubbed her hands together as she chose which of the six and a half foot pieces of candy to lick first. That one, she hungrily thought as the walking lollipop met her eyes.
“I knew you would be here,” Madame Celeste saucily told Tyce. “I have been waiting for you.” She didn’t lie. Madame Celeste, also known as Diane Wacker, openly coveted this large man’s body from head to delicious toe. She would have him before the night was out. Preferably, in the back of the snack room before the day ended.
“You know who I am?” Tyce asked.
“Only what was shown to me.” Her pouty lips and cheeks flushed pink as she affirmed this as if it were real.
“What did you see? Are you gifted?” Tyce inquired skeptically.
“I saw, you and me. Ah, honey, I am gifted and I’m going to light up your world.” The female followed up her declaration with a wink. She softened her voice and elaborated, “With Lilith’s guidance, you’ll be so far from heaven you won’t care.”
“Lilith?”
Madame Celeste licked her lips and sidled up to him. “Lilith is a naughty little demon who has taught me how to properly handle handcuffs and a flogger. Or do you prefer a riding crop? You can suck my toes, if you’re especially obedient.” The female winked again. “I believe in rewards. Are you into domination and submission big guy? I’m an excellent trainer.” She looked longingly at his crotch, stuck her finger in her mouth, and sucked loudly while moaning.
Tyce gulped, took a giant step back, and resisted the urge to cup his male parts. He found her words and innuendos disturbing. He understood the words demon, domination, and submission. Although curious, in strictly a professional manner, he personally had no desire to explore these areas. Tyce Owynn is the Interspecies Relations Officer on the Guardian Warship, not a plaything.
His attention was drawn away from the female in front of him, to the voices not far ahead. He looked at the pair of humans. One very attractive human female whose hair sparkles like a million northern stars, and a youngling who is too old to be her child, but looks enough like her to be related. The female wore her hair free and didn’t possess any adornments like the other females in the room. Her look was plain, yet exquisite.
Tyce politely excused himself and stepped next to Blaize, head of ship security. He ignored the puffy haired female who was calling him back.
“Don’t care to clear out her toe jam, or to be whipped?” Blaize laughed.
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“Ah come on! I know we need the money, but he’s an alien! A true life fucking alien!” Fifteen-year-old Justin handed his sister Carlie the pin back that she picked up, right before he began pulling on his sister’s arm, trying to turn her back to the fairground opening. “An alien from outer space. Did you get that part? Carlie? Please, let’s just go. We’ll come back tomorrow.”
Carlie looked at her younger brother and was tempted to let him pull her away, but just couldn’t. A court hearing was coming up at the end of the week and if she couldn’t show some money in her bank account, social services would deem her unfit to care for Justin and place him in a foster home. Her job as a telemarketer just didn’t pay enough, thus the reason for their visit to the psychic fair. She hoped to pick up a job or two locating missing heirlooms, pets, or people. She and her brother inherited the gift of psychometry, the ability to acquire information by touch.
Carlie placed her finger to her lips and tried to shush her brother. She worriedly rolled the pin around in her hand. Of all the objects she had to pick up, it just had to be one belonging to a man that’s from another world. She shook her head at the odds.
“He’s looking for you,” Justin declared. “Unfucking-believable. Christ, I never thought they would look so much like us.”
“No, he’s looking for us,” Carlie clarified. “You’re right, they do look like us, but something is off.” She gave the handsome alien another look. “He’s too high risk. Let’s go, but we’re coming back this afternoon. I’ll leave the pin here. We’ll come back later. They’ll be gone by then.” She turned and walked towards the exit with Justin. She’d make sure to get their hands stamped so they could return later in the day.
Carlie turned and took one last look at the handsomely disguised alien and whispered, “Not today. Not tomorrow.” When the alien didn’t break eye contact, she knew she was in for trouble. “Oh, crap,” she moaned.
“What now?” Justin asked.
Carlie pulled in her lips and shook her head as she looked at her brother. “I know. I know what to do,” she huffed.
Carlie pasted on a very enthusiastic smile and yelled, “Oh my God! Look it’s the Chippendales!” She raised her hand and pointed at the very buff alien warriors.
“The who?” Justin asked.
“Strippers, mom liked to watch,” she whispered.
Carlie then shouted, “Look, he’s thinking about stripping! Oh yeah baby, take it off! Whoo-hoo! Yes! Yes! Come on!” She began to clap and give little hops up and down while pointing, which drew even more attention to the aliens. As women started rushing towards the alien men, she blew the one who had captured her atte
ntion a kiss and waved bye.
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“Then the day after tomorrow,” Tyce lowly replied as he watched the female set one of their transporters on top of a nearby post. He reached up to his collar and realized it was his own transporter.
Tyce followed the female with his eyes for as long as possible before announcing to the other warriors, “The pair is mine.” He hoped his attraction to the female didn’t show too much.
“What do these females want?” Blaize asked Nolan. He caught Tyce’s line of site and saw Tyce’s transporter atop a hip-high pole that was connected to other poles by rope.
Tyce signed to Blaize, to see if he could escape the growing crowd, get his misplaced transporter, and follow the female and her brother. He knew the young male with her was her brother by the way she used the word ‘Mom’.
Tyce smiled and took the piece of paper and pen that was held out to him, while looking at Sherry and Nolan for guidance. He estimated there were about one hundred humans attending this event and most of them were making their way towards them. Tyce inhaled and instantly regretted it when he was assaulted with a sickly, overpowering, powdery-flowery smell. He brought his arm up, turned his head, and coughed into the short sleeve on his shirt.
Tyce narrowed his eyes and looked out over the growing crowd. So many different hair and eye colors, he thought. However, the shoulder-length hair and eye color that he found most enticing was exiting the building. He wanted to call out and ask the attractive female to stay, but couldn’t bring himself to make a spectacle of himself. Odd, perhaps because of where they were, but Tyce knew he would find her again and couldn’t shake the feeling that they were destined to be together.
“Play along,” Sherry stated. “These women think you guys are strippers. But don’t take off your clothes!” she added. “Just tell them hello and sign a few autographs. We’ll get you out of here.” She took hold of her husband’s arm.
“A few what?” Commander Dorn Gharm asked.
“Autographs,” Nolan softly spoke. “Take the offered papers and sign your first names. It will be less painful than trying to convince them you’re not Chippendales. Sign in English. Ah, after a few, tell the ladies that it breaks your heart to leave, but you must. Who was that young lady that Tyce pointed out?”
