2SaurellianFederationBundle

by Joanna Wylde

  “My cabin is across the way,” he said. “I’ll expect you to be available to me whenever I want you.”

  “But I won’t be sleeping with you?”

  “No.”

  She shrugged her shoulders, not knowing quite how to take that statement.

  An hour later they left the station. She barely felt them move as it pulled away from the dock, probably wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t called over the com instructing her to strap in. Whatever else his faults, he seemed to know how to pilot, she thought.

  Now they were steadily cruising away from the station. She had no idea how long it would be before he made the leap out of normal space, but she figured at least a week. Most stations required that kind of clearance.

  She wandered out in the corridor and started down it, away from the airlock they’d entered through. To one end there seemed to be cargo holds. She had no idea what he was shipping, but she had her suspicions. If he wasn’t a smuggler, than she was the Imperial princess. It was the only thing that could explain the cash he could throw around. Hopefully the criminal wouldn’t get caught while she was still on board, she thought sourly. She came to the end of the corridor, and started making her way back up toward her room. The ship had several crew cabins, and she suspected she’d been given the smallest, least comfortable one.

  At least it was better than sharing with him, she reminded herself wryly. She ambled back up the other direction, discovering a small galley, an eating area, a living area and, to her surprise, a library. A real library, with what appeared to be thousands of datatabs and vids. She scanned them quickly, noting he had far more than the porn she’d found in his room.

  The man appeared to be educated. In fact, far more educated than she was. Half the tabs were in languages she didn’t even recognize. What the hell kind of smuggler was he, anyway?

  “You’re free to borrow any of the titles,” he said, and she squawked. She whirled on him, speaking without thinking.

  “Why the hell did you do that?’ she demanded. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people.”

  He gave her a chilly smile. “You shouldn’t poke around in places on a ship that you haven’t been invited into.”

  “Why, afraid I’ll discover some of your goods are smuggled?” she asked acidly. “Perhaps prohibited?”

  “No, afraid you’ll accidentally stumble into an airlock while I’m running compression checks,” he replied smoothly. “It’s a terrible way to die.”

  Her anger suddenly faded and reality washed over her in a rush. She was utterly dependent upon this man for survival. It didn’t matter that he was smuggling—staying alive was what counted.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, trying to sound genuinely contrite. “I wasn’t trying to pry, I was just exploring.”

  “I know,” he said. “I watched you from the cockpit.”

  She stilled. It hadn’t occurred to her that he had video access to the ship, but of course he did. It only made sense.

  “I suppose you have my room bugged, too?” she asked softly.

  “Yes,” he replied, turning to walk out of the small library. She followed, unsure of herself. She didn’t really want to be near him, but she didn’t like the idea of him watching her from afar, either.

  “I’m going to fix us some dinner,” he said. “Do you have any preferences?”

  She gave a nervous laugh, and then nodded her head. When in doubt, make a joke. It always worked on her bar customers. She wracked her brain, coming up with the most exotic dish she could imagine.

  “I don’t suppose you have roasted kvana with Beloni herbs?”

  He smiled, and the tension between them broke.

  “Naturally,” he said. “I’ve just gotten back from the Emperor’s summer palace on Beloni, where we hunted kvana.”

  She smiled back at him, feeling more comfortable now that the tension was broken.

  “I don’t suppose you have some of his Imperial Majesty’s private reserve wine to go with it, then?”

  “Well, naturally,” he said. “What well-equipped smuggler doesn’t?”

  For the first time since she’d met him, he seemed almost playful. The hard façade had dropped, at least for the moment, leaving behind a surprising nice looking man. Even his scar seemed less menacing.

  “So, are you going to prepare this wonderful meal for me?” she asked.

  “Yes,” he said. “You may be surprised to discover this, but I’m actually quite a cook.”

  “Forgive me if I’m doubtful,” she replied pertly. “You just don’t seem like the cooking type to me.”

  “Well, you don’t really know me very well, do you?” he replied. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’ll get started on dinner.”

  * * * * *

  He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she saw dinner. He didn’t allow himself to consider why he cared so much. Moving efficiently, he placed a last few sprinkles of fresh herbs over the glazed kvana, then placed both warm plates in the stasis box. The first course was already prepared—thin slices of toasted bread topped with grilled Gnoscan mushrooms in a light vinaigrette sauce, and still-crisp steamed vegetables. A meal fit for an emperor, he thought wryly.

  He poured wine into two gracefully sculpted crystal goblets, carrying them over to the small table. Things were almost perfect. He brought over the plates with the grilled mushrooms and arranged them, and then spoke quietly to the ship’s computer.

  “Jenna, please turn on the dining program.”

  Instantly the utilitarian colors of the walls shifted. Light, lovely patterns reminiscent of natural wood appeared on the walls, and a window seemed to open along the table. The view was of a tropical garden, swirling with colors. A soft chirping filled the room. This garden always seemed to soothe him. He hoped it would work for Giselle. He didn’t like the tension between them. However badly they’d started out, it was time to make peace. There was no need for their time together to be unpleasant.

  “Dinner is served,” he said as he walked out into the main room. She looked up from the vid she was watching, and smiled at him. She must have taken a shower, because she seemed to glow at him with health and cleanliness. Her face was bare of the dreadful cosmetics, and the freckles dotting her nose made her appear charmingly youthful, although he knew she was a woman grown. She wore one of the simple jumpsuits he’d purchased for her on the station. Plain as it was, it still showed her figure to advantage.

  “Dinner is ready,” he said. “Would you care to join me?”

  She wrinkled her nose at him and asked, “Do I have a choice?”

  “Yes,” he said slowly. “You do. But I really hope you choose to eat with me, because I put considerable work into preparing dinner.”

  She laughed, and then shook her head. Her wild riot of reddish curls bounced, then she stood up.

  “Then I would be honored to join you,” she said.

  He let her walk before him into the room, savoring the small sigh of appreciation she gave when she saw what he’d done.

  “Jerred, this is amazing,” she said slowly, turning to face him. “It’s just like some kind of fancy restaurant!”

  “Well, I figured that if we were going to eat the Emperor’s kvana, we should do it right. Of course, I don’t have servants to wash our hands for us, and I’ll have to bring out each course…”

  She burst out laughing again, and sat down. He sat across from her, watching her face as she took a sip of the wine. Her eyes closed and she moaned in appreciation.

  “What is this?” she muttered. “I’ve never tasted anything like it. It’s amazing.”

  “It’s the Emperor’s private reserve,” he said. Her eyes opened, and she wrinkled her nose at him.

  “It’s good, but it isn’t that good,” she said.

  “Really?” he asked, lifting his glass and taking a sip for himself. His taste buds were overwhelmed with a symphony of tastes. It stole across him like a ray of moonlight, and he almost felt the cooln
ess of an evening breeze along an ocean. The taste was rich and full, and as it matured in his mouth he could feel sparkles of sensation washing down along his spine. His loins tightened in response, and he felt himself harden slightly. He opened his eyes.

  “I think you should take another sip,” he said, meeting her gaze. “It really is good.”

  She took another sip, and her eyes closed again.

  She didn’t moan this time, but a becomingly pink flush stole across her face, and her breath quickened.

  “Okay, it is pretty good,” she sad, opening her eyes and giving him a sheepish look. “What is this stuff, anyway? It’s not like any wine I’ve ever tasted.”

  “I told you,” he said softly. “It’s the Emperor’s private reserve. It’s made by a group of monks sworn to the Goddess, and the last five hundred years they’ve only produced a thousand bottles a year. The emperor has first bid on it, of course. Some say it’s an aphrodisiac.”

  “So how did you get it?” she demanded.

  “That’s my little secret,” he replied with a smile. “Why don’t you try your food?”

  She looked at him a moment longer, suspicion in her eyes. He could tell she didn’t believe him about the wine, which made it all the more fun to see the surprise in her face when she took another sip.

  She reached down, and hesitantly cut into the mushroom. He followed suit, careful to watch her face as she took a bite.

  “Oh, Goddess,” she said. “This is almost melting in my mouth. Where did you get these? They don’t taste like they’ve been in storage at all, but I know you didn’t buy them at on Transit Three. And we’re a long way from Gnoscanny.”

  Now she had surprised him.

  “You’ve had Gnoscan mushrooms before?” he asked. “Not many people have.”

  She nodded and turned away for a second. Then she turned back to him and took a generous gulp of her wine. It didn’t hit her as hard this time, but she flushed and stayed silent for a moment.

  “I can see how a person could get addicted to this stuff,” she said slowly. “It really has a way of making you feel better about things. I used to have Gnoscan mushrooms all the time. I grew them myself.”

  “Really?” he asked, startled. “It takes a pretty sophisticated biosphere set up to grow them. No offense, but I have trouble seeing how you could afford something like that on a waitress’ income.”

  She shook her head and laughed, but this time the sound came out bitter.

  “They grow wild on Hector Prime,” she said, her face growing wistful. “I used to live there. I had my own bar, actually. Of course, it’s gone now.”

  He nodded his head slowly, remembering. Hector Prime’s surface had been destroyed by Imperials several months after the cease-fire. They’d claimed it had been an intelligence error, a mistake of planet-wide magnitude. Millions had died, including the cream of the Imperial academic community specializing in biology.

  “You’re Saurellian, aren’t you?” she asked. “I haven’t met many of your kind, but I think I recognized the facial features. Or kind of recognize them. It’s hard to tell with your scar, but the coloring is right.”

  “Yes,” he replied, not quire sure where she was going with this. “I’m Saurellian. I remember when your planet was destroyed. I’m so sorry—did you lose family?”

  “No,” she said slowly. “But I lost friends. And employees. I just happened to be off planet, meeting with a supplier on one of the moons. It was a fluke. Two hours earlier or two hours later and I would have been dead. Tell me something?”

  He nodded, wishing he hadn’t asked. There was pain written all over her lovely face, and it hurt in him a way he never would have thought possible.

  “Why didn’t your government do anything?” she asked, her voice anguished. “We were in the neutral zone. We were supposed to be protected. Why didn’t you do anything when they broke the truce and killed us?”

  “We couldn’t,” he said slowly. “We had to pretend to believe their excuses, otherwise the war would have started again. We couldn’t afford to let that happen. Too many people had died already.”

  “They killed our planet because they heard you had a secret base there, or at least that’s what I heard,” she said softly. “Well, one of the things I heard. Can you tell me if it was true?”

  He closed his eyes, and shook his head. Damn Nicolai. It had been wrong to hide their resources among a neutral civilian population—it broke all the rules of war. But Nicolai had insisted that following those rules was no way to win, and he’d been right. The war with the Imperials had almost destroyed them. He sighed, and then opened his eyes.

  “There was no base—” he started to say, but the pain in her face was so open, so raw, that he couldn’t finish. He took another drink of the wine, but now it tasted more like water to him. Foul water, the kind that couldn’t quench a man’s thirst.

  “I can neither confirm nor deny that we had a base there,” he said slowly. “But I’m very sorry for your loss.”

  “You prick,” she whispered. She stood up slowly from the table. “You killed all of them, you and your fucking war. We were neutral—the entire planet was a damn ecological preserve. The people who died were students and teachers! What gave you the right to do that to us?”

  He shook his head slowly, not knowing what to say. It wasn’t the time for an argument on the importance of checking Imperial power, or the fact that the Imperial rebels had asked his people for help long before the war started.

  “I know we have a deal,” she hissed. “I know I have to fuck you. I’ll do it here and now if you want. But I’ll be damned if I’ll eat with you. Enjoy your wine alone.”

  She turned and stalked out of galley with a dignity so frail it pained him to watch her.

  Chapter Five

  Giselle sat on her bunk, legs curled up to her chest, hugging herself. Damn him, why did he have to make her think of Hector Prime? She’d put it out of her head for months, almost a year. Why did he have to bring it all back?

  She knew in her heart that whatever his flaws, he probably wasn’t personally responsible for the Saurellians’ decision to breach Hector Prime’s neutrality. But that didn’t make it any easier to deal with the memory of her lost friends and dreams.

  Men and their wars. They were to blame for all of this, and he was one of them. His scar hadn’t come from natural causes; that was no birthmark. He’d gotten it fighting, and even if he’d never set foot on Hector Prime, he’d caused destruction somewhere else.

  It was always the women and the children who paid for men’s wars.

  She sat and sniffled for a while, allowing herself to wallow and feel sorry for herself. It wasn’t like she did it that often. When she’d lost her home and her business, she’d immediately gone out and gotten a job. And when a better opportunity came along to go to Transit Three, she’d taken that. She knew how to work, how to take care of herself. She’d done it before and she’d do it again. But just once, it would be nice to lay back and mourn all she’d lost.

  Even now he was probably watching her. Even though the light was off, it was a good bet that there were infrared lenses on the spy cameras he had everywhere. Defiantly, she raised one finger in a universally hostile gesture and waved it up at him, letting him know just what she thought of him and his fellow Saurellians.

  All too soon, her pragmatic nature took over. She was trapped on this ship with him, and if she wanted to get away she would need to establish some kind of bond with the bastard. She’d already agreed to have sex with him. Hell, it wasn’t as if he didn’t attract her, at least on a physical level. Slowly, she stood and turned on the light. There was a small mirror on the back of the door; it reflected a face red and puffy with tears. She scowled at her reflection, disgusted with her coloring. Why did she always have to look blotchy when she cried? It wasn’t fair.

  Of course, better blotchy than dead, she reminded herself. It was more than her friends on Hector Prime had going for them, and
more than she would have had if she hadn’t escaped Transit Three. No matter how mean Jerred might be, she didn’t doubt for one moment that the station guards would have been meaner.

  She opened the door, intent on going to the fresher to wash her face. He was there, sitting on the floor in the corridor looking up at her. His face was cool and hard, no trace of emotion in sight, but he stood quickly and reached for her. She shot him a look of pure ice, and he pulled his hands back, and tucking them behind his back.

  “Are you all right?” he asked stiffly. “I regret the harm my people did to you and your friends. I wanted to give you a nice dinner, to try and make some sort of peace with you. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”

  “It’s all right,” she said, feeling tired. “You didn’t know. Can you please answer one question for me, though? Were you on Hector Prime? Were you one of them?”

  He shook his head.

  “No,” he said. “I had nothing to do with it, although that hardly makes a difference at this point. They’re still dead.”

  “A lot of people are dead,” she replied, sighing heavily. “I guess we need to blame the Emperor and the Saurellian Council for that. You aren’t on the Council, are you?” she asked suspiciously.

  “No, I have nothing to do with them,” he replied, startled. That emotionless mask slipped for a moment, and she had a burst of insight. He used that combination of emotional blankness and his scarring to hide himself from everyone around him. How interesting… And effective. She never would have guessed there was a man capable of compassion within him, but there was no faking his concern. He cared that he had hurt her.

  “Would you like to finish dinner?” she asked softly. “If the Saurellians and the Imperials can manage to hold a truce, shouldn’t we be able to?”

  “Yes, I think so,” he said. “May I escort you to the galley?”

  He held out one arm gallantly, as if they were in a vid about the Imperial Court. She reached out and took it. When he seated her this time, the mushroom dish was gone. The wine was still there, however, and within moments he placed a plate of something covered in a thin, speckled glaze.