“How is your new language chip working,” Pyrr asked. “You seemed to have a good command of our language now.”
“This one is working fine. There have been no side effects, not like the one from the slavers,” I said shaking my head, remembering the pain and the buzzing in my head. “Those barbarians treated us worse than animals bred for slaughter. A few died, but they don’t care. If not for my friend Bill Waters, I don’t know how much worse it could have been.”
“Those bastards cut out the implant with no pain blockers,” Nora added bitterly. “We don’t even do that on Earth.”
“Bill was the only one who spoke a language I knew so I could get him to tell the overseers the problem. I am convinced it would have killed me,” I smiled at my Nora, “Even if it was painfully removed, I was better for it.”
“I understand you are a trained warrior,” Pyrr said as I took a bite of food from my plate.
“Yes, and I have combat experience with automated armor suits,” I told him.
“You’ll have a chance to show what you can do during training,” Pyrr said, “I expect now that you have a working language implant, you should be able to compensate for the differences in technology.”
I nodded. “From what I have learned so far, it seems that your technology is very close to the same level as our Alliance tech.”
“When you arrived, you told the Earth women that you were pretty sure their planet Earth is in another sector of this galaxy,” Pyrr said.
“I am positive we did not leave the galaxy, but we are in a different arm of the rim. My guess is about two arms away, but I can be sure. We must have been on that slave ship for months,” I explained. “I have made peace with the fact that I may never go back. All of that brought me to my Nora.”
“You are solmatu,” Pyrr said.
“Yes, that is the closest translation in your language. Only our initial bonding is more intense as Nora has told me. It’s probably my feline genes,” I said.
“Felines on Earth are pretty randy when they are in heat,” Scarlet remarked half seriously.
“That is essentially correct,” I told her. “But even more intense, and very specific. We only experience this heat with our soulmate, unlike your non-humanoid felines. They are much less discriminating.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean…, Scarlet stammered.
“That’s okay, Scar,” Nora laughed, “you can take your foot out of your mouth.”
Pyrr frowned, looking a little confused.
“That is not to be taken literally,” I explained.
“Ah, an idiom,” Pyrr grinned.
“It means someone has said something inappropriate,” I said.
“Yes,” Scarlet said ruefully. “I have a habit of doing that. I meant no disrespect. We just missed our fantastic fourth at training these last two weeks.”
Nora laughed. “No, insult intended, but I didn’t miss you guys at all.”
Scarlet laughed too. “I sure can understand that. He is almost as pretty as Pyrr.” She inclined her head in my direction.
Pyrr gave me a smirk at our mates’ banter.
“Zoe is the only one of who hasn’t met her mate,” Scarlet said after a moment.
“She still hasn’t met everyone aboard,” said Pyrr. “I thought perhaps Brintu was interested, but they are just friends.
“It would be too coincidental for us all to find mates in one crew,” Nora said.
“Bigger than the odds of us getting kidnapped by aliens?” Scarlet asked arching one eyebrow.
“I almost think so,” Nora said.
I enjoyed the time we spent with Nora’s friend and her mate. It made a big difference when I could fully understand what everyone was saying. It wasn’t the life I had planned for myself, but the future seemed so much more promising than it had when I was a slave in the mines of Breskaa.
CHAPTER NINE
NORA
The weeks leading up to the Teglia mission were filled with intense physical training, learning weapons usage, a crash course in the Farseek laws and military regulations as practiced by the Farseek Mercenary fleet. It didn’t matter that the female recruits would all be non-combatants, we still had to go through the training.
Sahvin had no trouble transferring his skill to the use of the Farseekan weaponry as well as the armored combat suits. With his language implant fully functional, he tested out of most of the training. We completed the physical training just before reaching Tegliar Station.
Sahvin and I were assigned to do reconnaissance in one of the far sectors of the station. This was not a dangerous mission. Our job was to scout around for supplies and merchandise they could use or sell to support their mission. While our assignment was necessary, it was also routine. It was almost like we were tourists. Sahvin and I enjoyed being out for the day exploring using our tablet to record thing we thought might be worth liberating.
Although some of these same events are recounted in Harper’s and Scarlet’s accounts of our story, Sahvin and I are relating them from our points of view. We all had different experiences of the same events.
The primary reason the Dreadnaught One docked at Tegliar Station was to find a transport big enough to carry the people they planned to rescue on their circuitous route back to Farseek. I remember Scarlet saying that the space station looked like the Death Star from Star Wars, but with at least a hundred docking arms extending out into space.
Each arm had multiple ships of every size and shape docked at them, an attached to the arm by airlocks clamped to their hatchways. Along with their massive repair and shipbuilding operations, it was also a pleasure station designed to entertain patrons while their ships were under repair or construction. Admiral Degatu’s ship operations team cruised the perimeter of the space station and found what they were looking for pretty quickly.
What was wholly unexpected were the thousands of Uatu people enslaved on Tegliar Station. Pyrr and Harper were the first to notice them. The discovery didn’t change the mercenaries’ plans drastically. The new ship they chose to appropriated had room for them and thousands more. There was no question that we would not leave them behind. I hoped for the Farseekans that we could fill that massive transport with their people.
Sahvin and I had great sympathy for the Farseek Mercenaries. Their world was required to provide defense forces for the Consortium as a condition of their membership. While they were away defending the Consortium, their world was attacked and their people killed or kidnapped into slavery. Everywhere we went everything they did was directed at finding and rescuing their people who were taken alive and returning them to Farseek.
That quest brought them to the rescue of my Earth friends, Sahvin and me, a couple dozen various humanoids along with the Uatu people. They called themselves mercenaries, but they were far nobler than those who fought for financial gain.
So far as I could see, the only thing they did for financial gain was to rescue Kyanna Evzen. They rescued the other ninety-nine of us just because they could. That’s how both Sahvin and I were saved, mainly because we were there on their way. They couldn’t give us back our old lives, but they offered us a chance to make new lives. The least we could do is help with whatever skill we had.
Eventually, we would all return to Farseek and to live and start families.
Other than the fact that mind controlled slaves provide most of the services on the station, Sahvin and I would have thoroughly enjoyed our excursion into the outer region of the station. Surprisingly, there were a few small shops that seemed to be run and owned by independent beings.
It was at one of those shops that we came upon an unbelievable find.
“Sahvin, look! Is that a puppy?” I pointed to a shop window as we stepped off a pedestrian beltway.
“I think so,” he agreed, and we hurried over to get a better look.
“Oh, my God! There are four of them,” I exclaimed. “We have to get one for Scarlet. She was so heartbroken to lose her dog when she was ta
ken. It’s hard to tell what breed. Looks like it might be hound and lab or pit or all three.”
“We only have credits enough for food,” Sahvin said. “And look, there are two larger dogs as well.”
“Right, probably not enough even if we didn’t buy food,” I said. “Let me text Harper on the tablet to see if Zared can front us some credit to get them. That shouldn’t violate the no com order. It’s not about strategy.”
I sent Harper the text, and we went into the shop. It turned out there were the four mongrel puppies and two adult dogs. The proprietor was anxious to get rid of the animals because her contract on the station was ending and she was pulling out. She would give us a deal if we took them all.
Ten minutes later it was all arranged. Our people were taking over the passenger freighter they redubbed the Kurellis. Commander Maktu authorized the purchase of the dog family, and the proprietor arranged for them to be shipped directly onto the ship. They would be safely quartered before Scarlet arrived to help get the Uatu people loaded the following night.
I was almost as excited as if I were getting the new puppy. It seemed evident that the shopkeeper didn’t really know what she had. She had traded something for the pair of adults a few months before, then the female had delivered four puppies. While they didn’t seem all that valuable to them, they were like gold to me, a piece of home.
My family had dogs all while I was growing up, but I hadn’t had a dog since I had been on my own because I worked crazy hours and sometimes double shifts. I couldn’t give a dog the time and attention it would deserve. I thought I would probably get one again when I had a family.
That dream almost died when I was taken, but now with Sahvin, I began to believe in it again.
While we were waiting to hear back from Harper, we went inside and got acquainted with the adult dog parents. They were both very well behaved and sweet. They loved the attention we gave them. Sahvin was acquainted with dogs because Narovians imported them from Earth. They were almost as common there as on Earth.
As we returned to the ship a little while later, we were feeling satisfied that our mission was successful. In addition to finding the dogs, we also determined there were no Sargan militaries evident anywhere we went. We hoped it would stay that way.
CHAPTER TEN
SAHVIN
Even though we were on a recon mission, our excursion through Tegliar Station had some pleasurable moments. Nora was so excited that we found the dogs. It was a welcome break from the intense training of the previous weeks.
While we were on our way to get the dogs settled on the Kurellis, the Dread’s AI team set up clearance for us to get on the ship and place them in a room by the cargo hold. We also procured enough food for a few months. The quarters provided were set up for animals with an automated sanitation system to remove their wastes, plus food and water dispenser. There was even a low bunk big enough for all the dogs to lie on with space between them.
We returned to our quarters well past third meal, but we had eaten at one of the food concessions in the shop district where we got the dogs. All I wanted when we got back to our quarters was my Nora wrapped around me with my cock buried in her depths. It was not just the sex I craved but also the emotional intimacy we shared when we were joined.
She seemed to have the same idea because she went directly into our bedroom and started taking off her clothes.
She didn’t even have to say anything. The smoldering look in her eyes told me all I needed to know, and I started pulling off my clothes as well. Then she was in my arms with her luscious soft curves pressed against me, and her face turned up with her lips parted. I kissed her deeply, teasing her tongue with mine and laying claim to the inner recesses of her mouth.
I loved to immerse myself and fill my senses with her. I was hard for her before we even got to the bedroom as I scented her desire. I pressed it against her core and tweaked her nipples with my thumbs as I kissed her. Nora moaned her approval and hugged me tighter with one arm around my back and the other hand caressing the back of my neck.
We did a kind of slow dance toward the bed, and sort of fell into it together. We shifted around until my cock was poised at her entrance. I slid it in, and I was home. We both moaned our pleasure at being joined together again, basking in our oneness.
I kissed her face and nibbled her ear and neck as she arched her back rubbing her taut nipples against my chest until I lowered my weight, so I was pressing them against her chest. I knew the sensations went straight to her core as her inner walls hugged me.
I fucked her slowly at first, teasing her with slow, intermittent thrusts rotating my hips to make sure I stroked her center. It didn’t take long to make her cum, but I wasn’t nearly finished. I paused to let her orgasm play out before I started thrusting slowly as before then faster and harder.
“Oh, yes! Hell, yes!” she cried and thrust upward to meet me clinging to my shoulders for leverage.
I could feel her cum again, but that didn’t slow her down as our bodies slammed together. I held out as long as I could, driving each thrust hard and deep rubbing back and forth against her breasts, titillating her pebbled nipples.
“Oooh….Oooh….Oooh” she was moaning in the same rhythm as our bodies came together, alerting me that she was approaching another climax. I could feel my release growing low in my back and spreading through my pelvis to my balls and my cock.
This time when the orgasm crashed through her, I came with her, so fucking hard I let out a howl. It was pure ecstasy, Nora and I enthralled in our passion, coming together as soulmates. We filled each other with pleasure.
As always, we lingered a long time joined together kissing and caressing. No matter how many times we made love, it was always a little different journey that we took together. It was still special because she was meomee, my Nora.
Eventually, we slept because we needed to wake up in the middle of our sleep period to move over to the Kurellis temporarily. We weren’t fully trained members of the Brigade yet, so Nora and I were assigned to check in the slaves as they boarded and assign them to quarters. Her friend Scarlet was stationed at the hatchway.
Things were going well until Sargan militaries showed up and started questioning Scarlet about the people that were boarding the Kurellis. One of those bastards shot her in the back while she was trying to get some of our rescues aboard to safety. They made a big mistake because her mate Pyrr saw one of them do it. He killed them both and ran for Scarlet. Nora led them to sickbay, and I ran to secure the hatchway. No more Sargans came our way because Commander Maktu’s team took care of the rest of them.
It seemed like an endless stream of people kept coming to board the ship, directed by the AI team that had taken control of the slaves’ bioimplants. They comprised a full third of the workforce, most providing menial labor with some of the females providing sexual services to the patrons of the station. Rescuing beings from primarily non-space faring worlds from slavers was basically what I did in the Alliance Defense Force and Law Enforcement.
It seemed fitting that I should continue that work with the Farseek Mercenaries. A couple of hours later, I got word that Scarlet would recover. I was happy for my friend Pyrr and for my Nora who is Scarlet’s friend. We were just waiting for a few more stragglers before we took our leave.
Our escape was further complicated because we couldn’t release the docking clamps on the Kurellis, so Admiral Degatu ordered them to use the engines to pull away. They did and ripped a big hole in the docking arm. A few Sargans got sucked into the vacuum of space. It was regrettable, but I did not feel much remorse after Scarlet was hurt.
Though one of the Dreadnaughts was severely damaged, they put in on the far side of Tegliar Station and appropriated what they needed to fix it and escaped.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
NORA
Scarlet had us all scared for a few hours after the Sargan shot her. Pyrr was beside himself but thanks to the nanites and medications she received, she
recovered completely. That little dinner party Harper, Zoe and I organized in her honor after the rendezvous was probably the best time we’d had together since we had been taken from Earth.
She was thrilled with the puppy as I knew she would be. Fortunately, we found a waste removal system for the dog that would fit in their quarters. We didn’t know how it would work out having a dog on a battleship, but knowing what it meant to Scarlet, we thought she would work it out.
Life went back to normal for us once we got back to Dread One. We went back to training and met with Tahvo Yaktu from AI who showed us how to replicate characters and sets in 3D to make our freedom story to distribute through the Sargan Empire. We scripted it from memory and embellished it a bit by combining aspects of the Civil War with the Revolutionary War. Once we had the script entered into the AI system and created the characters, the system compiled it into a holographic production like their stories.
We distributed it through the Brigade ships, using them as a test audience. They found it both moving and entertaining. When I said, we took liberties we turned some of the male historical figures into females and set the revolution in the twentieth century. Whether it would sow the seeds of unrest in the Sargan Empire would remain to be seen, but it was a definite hit with the Farseek Mercenaries.
Yaktu’s team had a plan to distribute the holo-play directly to entertainment systems in the sector bouncing the signal through various communication arrays so it would be nearly impossible to trace and even harder to censor.
Training took the rest of our time, but that was a good thing. It would take almost two months for us to get near the Julconi system. Sahvin finished qualifying for the armored ground fighters. I was both proud and worried about the danger of the mission.
“Don’t worry, Nora,” Sahvin assured me. “This is not new to me. I was a soldier in the Alliance Defense Force for four years. I am experienced with armored combat with suits very similar to the one our Farseek Brigade uses.”
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