THOR: Sci-Fi Romance (Far Hope Series Book 1)

by E. A. James

  “Grimm hid his intentions well, even from the research team,” Dario replied. “But my source in the research facility was adamant that Grimm intends to rebel against the Terran Alliance and establish a new order, an order intent on Terran domination through the galaxy. He is secretly recruiting through the military, finding sympathizers to his ideology in an attempt to stage a coup when he is ready.”

  “He talks of supremacy and domination, his lust for power has seemingly consumed him, and his reason has all but abandoned him,” Dario concluded.

  Thor looked over at Kira, raising his eyebrow as if solidifying that what he had told her previously was true.

  Kira gave up on finishing her meal and turned her attention to the Telani woman sitting across from her. “How do you fit into all of this? Are you part of the dead or alive bounty club too?”

  “No,” Alaria said, shaking her head with a small smile. “My connection to Dario goes back farther. As a child, I was a Telani orphan, my parents died in a mining accident when I was still too young to remember. I was mostly left to fend for myself, although there were attempts to find me a permanent home. My class in Telani society is quite destitute and it was difficult to survive let alone provide for a child. My life was further devalued when it was discovered that I had a rare genetic condition that I was told would kill me before I was 16. It was believed to be incurable.”

  With a stroke of luck, I met Dr. Marner. He was still working as a medical doctor at the time and he was hired by the Telani Empire to visit remote mining colonies and offer medical care. He manufactured a genetic implant that cured my condition. Since then, this man has been like a father to me, and shortly after, he adopted me, well, unofficially at least.”

  Her voice, usually filled with bounce and life, reflected her gratitude to Dario. She spoke softly, almost whimsically, as she recounted her history with the man who saved her life.

  “He gave me a wonderful life,” Alaria continued. “He funded my education and gave me the opportunity to make something out of myself. Today, I’m an engineer, educated through some of the finest schools in the Telani Empire.”

  “And a wonderful engineer at that,” Dario added, his tone dripping with a father’s pride.

  Alaria blushed slightly as she continued, “I worked on several Bandurian and Telani military projects after graduating until I received news of my father’s situation. When I heard, I secretly abandoned my work and found my way to him, though it required a great deal of time and persistence.”

  “I appreciate your honesty,” Kira replied. “I’m sorry for our aggressive demeanor earlier; we’ve just had way too many people trying to kill us over the past few days.”

  “I’m still not clear on how you were able to track the cargo ship? The aide?” Thor inquired.

  Dario’s cheeks blushed slightly and a small smile appeared on his lips. “Indeed,” he said, his tone cheerful and remorseful at the same time.

  The light bulb finally went on for Kira as she remembered the handsome young man who approached her about meeting with Colonel Grimm. “Thane?” she asked, recalling her uncomfortable interaction with him.

  Dario’s face lit up at the mention of the man’s name. “Yes,” he said, “Thane. We worked together closely, and somehow a relationship blossomed between us. We fell in love, hopelessly and completely in love. When he helped me escape, I quickly devised a secure way to send messages back to him. Now, he sends communications when he can, and he’s risking his life to pass confidential information to me in the hopes that we can stop Grimm.”

  Kira sat back in the booth, letting all the information she had acquired in such a short amount of time wash over her. Everything was complex and intermingled in some way. The three individuals sitting with her had personal and emotional connections to what was happening. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Still, she couldn’t help but look at the faces of the people around her and feel as if she, too, had somehow become a part of their story. She felt the urgency with which they recounted their experiences. She sensed the sincerity, the fear, the anger and the sadness they all portrayed.

  “I want, desperately, to stop Grimm,” Dario said softly. “I have to stop him before he carries out his plans. I have to get to the bottom of everything before the man I love is discovered and his life taken. I need your help. Please, will you help me?”

  He looked at Kira and Thor with an impassioned expression of hope.

  “Yes,” Thor said immediately, his eyes burning with determination. “If we don’t find a way, many will die at the hands of his madness.”

  Every eye at the table fixed on Kira. She sighed softly with a look of mischief, “well, I’m clearly out of a job and have absolutely nothing else going for me at the moment - what the hell have I got to lose.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  “Do we get started now?” Kira asked, after the moment of excitement dwindled.

  Thor chuckled softly and turned to look at her. “You’re a go-getter aren’t you?”

  “I like to keep busy,” Kira said with a shrug. She turned her attention from him to Dr. Marner. “But, seriously, what do we do now?”

  “It’s getting late, and returning to the ship at this hour would be nothing short of a suicide mission. I say we stay here for the night, rest up, and regroup tomorrow to figure out our next move.”

  “I’m not sure returning to the ship will be possible at all” Thor said.

  “Probably not,” Dario admitted, “but I’m afraid we don’t have a choice. I left the device I’ve been using to communicate with Thane on board. It’s vital that we retrieve it.”

  “Then we definitely will need our rest,” Kira concluded, remembering the Arcanum soldiers they saw pacing around the docks.

  “I’ve already spoken to the owner and she said we can have two rooms for tonight if we need them,” Alaria spoke up.

  The group agreed to spend the night and meet again in the morning, early, to return to Dario and Alaria’s ship. As they bid farewell to the odd duo, Kira and Thor walked side-by-side down the creaky, dark hallway to the room they were forced to share.

  To their surprise, the room contained only one bed. It wasn’t small but it wasn’t large, either.

  “This is awkward, hope you like the floor,” Kira said, crossing the room and eying the lumpy mattress suspiciously.

  “For the trouble, I’ve indirectly caused you, I won’t complain,” Thor offered, following her in and closing the door behind him. “It’s not the first time I’ve gone without a bed in my life.”

  “I can’t ask you to do that,” she said, walking along the foot of the bed. “It’s big enough for both of us. We need to be well-rested for tomorrow, and sleeping on the floor is not the best way to prepare for that.”

  The wooden floorboards under her feet let out a long, loud squeak as if agreeing with her sentiment. She turned around to face him and shrugged.

  “As long as you keep your hands to yourself, we shouldn’t have a problem.”

  “Fair enough,” Thor said, walking past her and sitting down heavily on the bed and leaning forward to begin untying his shoes.

  Kira went to the bathroom, finding it to be nothing more than a hole in the ground and a faucet sticking out of the wall that sputtered out brown-tinted water, but only if twisted just the right way. She washed up the best she could, although she felt slightly dirtier afterward.

  Returning to the room, she found Thor sitting shirtless on the bed, his head down examining his clothing. Her eyes went wide as they ran over the detailed tattoo that covered most of his left chest, and a small, unwitting gasp slipped out of her mouth.

  “Sorry,” he said, standing up quickly and turning to face her.

  Even though the lighting in the room was low, the fluorescent glow of the busy, never-sleeping market poured into the window behind him. She couldn't help but let her eyes drift over him, his muscular chest and defined arms, his tanned skin and dark brown eyes almost hidden
underneath his tousled black hair. When her gaze met him, she felt her cheeks flush red.

  “I didn’t have anything comfortable to sleep in, and I usually sleep like this anyways,” he explained quickly. “If it bothers you I can…”

  “It’s fine,” she cut him off, trying to sound as if his physical appearance had made no impact on her. “But, if it’s okay with you, I’ll keep my shirt on.”

  “It might make me feel less awkward if you didn’t,” he said jokingly as he crossed his arms over his chest. He shifted his weight back and forth on his feet, clearly feeling uncomfortable in his own exposed skin.

  “As much as I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, I wouldn’t consider being chased by Roughnecks and hunted by Arcanum soldier’s foreplay,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

  “You’re a hard woman to please.”

  “You have no idea,” she replied.

  They laughed, almost nervously, as an uncomfortable silence spread through the room. Neither of them wanted to make the first move towards the bed.

  “Do you have a side preference?” he asked.

  “Left, I guess,” she said with a shrug.

  He nodded and climbed into the bed, moving towards the side closest to the door and away from the window. Walking around to her side, she sat down, keeping her eyes focused out the window. Once he was completely under the blankets, she twisted herself around and pulled her legs up in front of her. Sliding in next to him, she lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling, tracing the outlines of a suspicious looking water stain just above her with her eyes.

  “Should I turn the light off?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” she said quickly.

  The level of awkwardness in the room had reached the point of being nearly unbearable for her. When he reached up and flipped the switch, and the light sitting next to the bed went out, she felt as if her stomach was filled with nothing but knots. The lights from the market still poured into the room, casting a deep blue glow over everything. She tried to focus on that, in a futile effort to relax.

  Thor shuffled around a few times and finally lay still, on his left side. She glanced over at him to once again see his back to her. After a second of staring she quickly turned to face the window.

  The lights outside were bright, and even with her eyes closed, they continued to burn into her retinas. Letting out a frustrated almost defeated grunt, she turned onto her left side. Lying there, unable to sleep, she found herself once again staring at him.

  As her eyes adjusted to the low lighting, puncture marks running up and down his spine suddenly became clear. They weren’t small, but they weren’t enormous, either. Still, they had a painful look to them. Without realizing what she was doing, she reached up and ran her finger over one of them, feeling the scar tissue just below the surface of his skin.

  “I thought we were keeping our hands to ourselves,” he said, not moving away from her touch.

  She pulled her hand back quickly, the realization of what she had done hitting her square in the chest.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, quickly.

  She felt flustered, something that rarely happened to her. The unfamiliar sensation crept into her stomach and sat there, growing as the silence around them became deafening.

  He rolled over, facing her. Her eyes were wide, she knew they were, but she couldn’t force them to return to their normal state. She opened her mouth to apologize again, but the words didn’t come out. Speechless—something else that rarely happened to her.

  “They’re from the experiments,” he explained.

  “You don’t have to talk about it,” she said quickly. “I shouldn’t have… I mean, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” her words were catching in her throat and in the end, all she could say was, “damn it.”

  He laughed, his eyes dancing and his smile wide. “I have to say, I never expected to see you at a loss for words.”

  “It’s not a common thing.”

  "Believe me, I've noticed." He let out a soft sigh and the serious tone found its way back into his voice as he continued, "I don't mind talking about it," he said. "They are not fond memories, but you deserve to know why you’re on a virtual suicide mission with three near strangers. You didn't have to risk your life to help me. You didn't have to believe me. You didn't have to join this fight. It's only fair that you know what it is we’re asking you to fight for."

  As he spoke, his eyes continued to burn into hers. She felt as if the awkwardness in the room lifted, and suddenly became replaced with a strange sort of tension. She didn’t know how to define it; she wasn’t sure what it was that she was feeling. All she knew was that it came over her, suddenly, and was impossible to shake.

  She nodded, showing her appreciation for his words. “Okay,” she said softly.

  “The scars on my back, as I said, are from the only round of experiments I underwent.”

  “What did they do?”

  “Given my size, Grimm figured that I wouldn’t be the swiftest man on my feet. Truth is, I wasn’t. That’s why when a procedure was created to enhance muscle stimulation, I was the first person he thought of.”

  “Muscle stimulation?”

  “Reflexes,” Thor explained, “agility, speed, and strength.”

  She remembered the quickness with which he moved when she fired her Phantom at him. The way he rushed up on Dr. Marner when he discovered his identity. The way he always seemed to be able to jump into action in the blink of an eye.

  “The enhancements had to be grafted directly into my spine,” he continued. “I noted the effects immediately. Even as I was lying there, on the operating table, I felt as if my awareness of my surroundings increased.”

  “You were awake for the procedure?”

  “Unfortunately,” he nodded. “Like I said, it wasn’t a pleasant experience. And, in all honestly, I hate what they did to me. I hate that in that instant, I started to feel a little less human and a little more machine. It’s taken me a long time to feel like myself again, I’ll be damned if I let them take that from me or anyone else.”

  “What about your tattoo?” Kira inquired. “I don’t recognize the design.”

  “All Arcanum soldiers receive one after we are successfully accepted into the program,” Thor answered. “Unfortunately, it’s little more than a brand, a constant reminder of our supposed unquestioning loyalty to the Terran cause. It feels ironic now, but it’s still a part of my past, one that has finally led me to a place where I feel I am attempting to do some good. In a way, it reminds me of who I want to be more than it reminds me of who I was.”

  His eyes locked on hers again, and his words washed over her slowly. She had never imagined that the strong, determined, military man in front of her had this level of insight. None of the men she had been around in her life did, especially in the military.

  Again, a quiet fell around them. But, it wasn’t awkward; it was comfortable. It was an easy silence; one that made her feel that unfamiliar feeling of tension building up in her stomach again.

  “Thank you,” she said softly. “For telling me all of that. You didn’t have to.”

  “You didn’t have to do a lot of things you’ve done for me. Consider it a small repayment.”

  “I appreciate it,” she said, smiling. “Although, a hotel with a functioning shower and food I can actually stomach would have done the job, too.”

  He laughed, his eyes lighting up as his smile filled his face again. “I’ll keep that in mind. I have a feeling that I’ll have plenty more to repay you for.”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  The next day, the group of four met in the establishment bar and, after a quick discussion of plans, set out on their mission to retrieve Dario’s communication device.

  Before they left, Alaria shared a long goodbye with the owner of the establishment, and each member of the group thanked her for the safe refuge.

  “How did you know her anyway?” Kira asked Alaria.

  “When I was young, she
took me in for nearly a year before I met Dario. She kept me safe, fed me and had me work in the kitchen to help pay my way,” Alaria responded, her smile still present and her words full of affection.

  “I always try to visit when I find myself in this part of the galaxy, but I wish it was under better circumstances this time. We hardly got the chance to catch up,” Alaria continued.

  “Well, if we get ourselves out of our predicament then let’s make it a point to come back and say thank you properly,” Kira responded.

  “Ready?” Kira asked.

  They all nodded in unison and Thor led the way stepping out into the crowded market streets once again.

  Getting to the ship was the easy part. It was finding a way to get aboard it that posed a real problem.