A Drogon's Medieval Adventure: A Historical Celestial Mates SciFi (Chimera Drak Mates Book 1)

by T. J. Quinn

  He wasn’t the first angry, sullen boy they’d transported to Velran and probably wouldn’t be the last. Lucy Allen was born on Aledus. Her parents took her and moved to Velran because of the wretched Psi Laws. Their tour of the Aledan Psi Institute had horrified them with the harsh methods they used to train young psions to adhere to the discriminatory laws that treated psions as second-class citizens. The training employed ‘pain therapy’ and brainwashing techniques to make the psions behave.

  Unlike the sub-groups of humans that had varied skin pigmentation and subtle differences in physical appearance, psions weren’t easily recognizable. So, psions were required to wear distinguishing patches on their clothing outside their homes so ‘Normals’ could recognize and avoid them or harass them. It wasn’t just the Normals who harassed them, but the Enforcers too.

  Lucy’s parents never thought much about their world’s legal system that was designed to protect Normals from mentally unstable psions until they discovered their daughter was a psion. Then their eyes were opened. Soon as they realized what Lucy’s life would be like under Aledan Psi Laws, they sold their agri-complex and moved to Velran where Psions had equal rights.

  Whenever the Argus Lu locked into Aledus orbit, Lucy stayed aboard unless she had passengers to meet. If she went ground side at all, she never left the Port, meeting the passengers just outside the shuttle. She wasn’t the only psion in the crew. Pilot Jack Allen was her husband. While the Captain wasn’t a psion, one of his parents was.

  Most other passenger liners would carry adult psions, Argus Lu was one of a small number that accepted psion children. It took time for children to learn control of their ability and shield their minds from the noise of other peoples’ thoughts. Lucy and Jack had taken special training on Velran to help children do that if they didn’t already know how.

  Hankura did. His biggest problem was emotional. Their efforts to protect him by sending him to Velran left him devastated. It didn’t feel like protection. It felt like rejection. Why didn’t they come with him? They could afford it. Their agri-complex was fully automated. They didn’t need to be there to run it. The crop was sold through a broker. They didn’t have to do anything but watch yarrel flowers grow and wait for deposits into their accounts. He was their problem child, so they got rid of them.

  Hankura had felt his father’s anguish as he walked into the shuttle, but he never looked back, or he would have seen the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. Natar had forced him to make a terrible choice. Knowing it was the hardest thing she had ever done didn’t make it hurt Ludren any less. Now his first-born son was gone for at least ten years, and Hankura hated them for it. Ludren knew it wasn’t Natar’s fault she felt the way she did, but that didn’t quell his resentment for her part in this solution to protect their son. They would be lucky if they ever saw him again.

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  Alien Bride

  Taron Invasion Series Prequel

  A.J. Daniels

  GTQ LLC

  Orlando, Florida

  Copyright © 2017 by A.J. Daniels

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

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  CONTENTS

  Mission Interrupted

  Earning His Trident

  A Rocky Start

  Stark Reality

  A Warrior For Me

  Pushy Women

  Bonding

  Unbinding

  Excerpt from Taron Invasion

  Excerpt from Alien Convict

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  Chapter 1

  Mission Interrupted

  ~ Nick ~

  Music Mix

  Intent on earning his Trident, Nicholas Blake jerked slightly in the water, realizing that he was starting to feel lightheaded. Flicking the small gauge attached to his scuba suit, he watched the needle slowly bottom out. It was an unfortunate fact of life that sometimes gauges got stuck, even the ones on high tech military issued equipment. Tamping down his annoyance, he ignored his quickly depleting oxygen supply and doubled down on the mission.

  Grasping onto his underwater dive propeller, Nick toggled the speed higher and kicked his webbed feet, putting on a burst of speed. The slight jerk of the nylon reinforced composite handles pulled him forward sharply as the unit vibrated in his hands.

  His target was a gigantic dark form, drifting ever closer. The wealthy arms dealer luxuriating on the forty foot yacht overhead had no idea what lay in store for him tonight. The man might think he was a big deal, but to the US military, he was one of many small fish destined to share their innermost secrets regarding local arms trafficking in the region.

  The moonlight danced eerily across the water’s surface casting odd shadows, fit to make a lesser man pause. However, Nick was a Navy Seal, and they never broke formation or strayed off course. He cut the engine on his sea scooter, before quietly breaking the surface. Switching on his body cam, he hauled ass up a ladder through some unnaturally thick fog. The shit seemed to have a mind of its own. Rather than dissipating when he moved through it, the mist circled lazily around his limbs infusing his clothing. Since fog didn’t behave that way, he pushed forward. It must be his mind playing tricks on him, brought on by his brush with oxygen deprivation while submerged. Landing noiselessly on the deck near the rear of the luxury craft, he was pleased to find no one around.

  Quietly ditching his gear, he crept forward. The gun in his hand didn’t feel right. Then again tranquilizer guns never did feel quite right in a soldier’s hand. However, that’s how it had to be because command wanted him alive and zero collateral damage on this one. Military intelligence had already verified that Jax Santiago was on board with five support staff following a meeting with a Russian wholesaler interested in purchasing grenade launchers.

  Nick moved silently through the small yacht until he’d neutralized the entire crew, most while they slept. Moving towards the master suite, his ears began to ring. Shaking it off, he eased the door open. Raising his gun, he pulled off a clean shot and watched the man drop to the ground with a satisfying thud.

  Blinking once and then again, Nick tried to make sense scene before his eyes. A nearly naked person was tied with their arms to the ceiling. Though her form would strongly suggest she was female, her light blue skin, pointed ears, and black hair were singing a different tune altogether. Her eyes shone like obsidian orbs and were about four times larger than human eyes. Those beautiful dark eyes held a note of panic at the moment.

  Since what he was seeing was not remotely possible, he pulled out his radio and called in his mission.

  “Eagle Eye, this is Seal One. Do you copy?”

  His radio blew up with a bunch of static interference. Looking down at the fog swirling around his legs, he gave his head one hard shake as if to clear his thoughts before trying to raise his command again. “Eagle Eye, this is Seal One. The package is secure. Calling for pick-up. Over.”

  “Jesus, it’s really you?”

  “What the fuck. Use appropriate…”

  “It is you. God, I never thought I’d be the one.”

  “This is a secure line. I don’t know who you are, but you’re interfering in…”

  “A military mission to arrest Jax Santiago. And you’re Nicholas Blake…
The Nicholas Blake. Everybody knows about the two of. Jesus, you’re both fucking legends. I can’t believe I’m talking to you.”

  Looking at the criminal on the floor, Nick stammered. “This is all FUBAR. The fog, the woman, you…nothing is what it should be.”

  Suddenly, the young man’s voice got serious. “It's because you aren’t in 2017 anymore, sir. It’s the year 3039. Your present is my history. You always talked about how hard this moment in time was for you, and I’ve honestly tried to imagine it a million times. The frightened woman in front of you is Miss. Acacia and she is going to become very important to you. In fact, you named her that yourself, ‘cause you never could pronounce her name in her tongue.”

  Nick watched the slender female jerking in her bonds. “My oxygen malfunctioned. I’m hallucinating.”

  “Dude, you’re not hallucinating. Pay attention. We don’t have much time, and I have a message for you.”

  “You have a message from my navy commander?”

  “Look dude there’s no Gods damn command. The US Navy was integrated with the Earth Gov military almost a thousand years ago. The message is from the future you.”

  “How did you get a message from me if you never met me?”

  Sighing, the man spoke calmly as if he were explaining something to a child. “You’re the reason Earth survived when no other world did. Every kid memorizes your letter in first grade along with the Earth Gov Unification Pledge. Jesus dude, they make story books about you and Jax. Just let me tell you the message, and then we can talk until they arrive. I’m going to read it directly from the data stream, so I don’t miss anything.”

  “Go ahead.”

  “Nick, you stupid son-of-a-bitch, get with the program.”

  “Wait. They taught you to curse in first grade?”

  “Dude those aren’t even curses anymore.”

  “Fine, get on with the message.”

  “In a few minutes some really ugly aliens are going step through that door to shoot you with a stun gun, and you’re going let them. The only thing standing between the Taron battle fleet and Earth’s total annihilation is you and the clueless dude lying on the floor. Jax will turn out to be the one person you can count on to have your back, so take good care of the stupid fucker until you figure that shit out. It’s critically important that you get taken to the mother ship because they keep a large number of slaves that decide to join forces with Earth when the battle starts. Without their assistance, every man, woman, and child on Earth will be killed or forced into slavery. I remember thinking that I must be hallucinating, but this is real, and you have got to kick start your brain right damn now soldier. I struggled with how to end this message so you would believe me, and one thing came to mind. I remember going to the cemetery every year when I was really little to put flowers on dad’s grave. I thought it was disrespectful that the spiders keep on growing right on top his grave like it didn’t matter that he’d died. That’s all I got. Do the right thing. Save our people.”

  There was a brief pause, and the young man asked quietly. “Did that mean anything to you, sir?”

  Finally snapping out his shocked trance, Nick took a deep cleansing breath. “Yeah, the fucking message sounds just like me and that cemetery part is aces. So as weird as it sounds, it looks like I’m doling out missions to myself now. Does this ship ever get back to my timeline?”

  “No, sir. It’s listed as lost at sea.”

  “Well, in that case, there’s no need to try to write a message to my commanders. Answer me something else. Who are the Taron?”

  “I’m not supposed to tell you anything that might change the natural order historical events. We were told just to give the message.”

  “I can’t believe Earth is still using primitive communication lines?”

  Laughing the youngster replied. “We’re not. I belong to the Order of the Guard. We’re what you would think of a cross between gamers and hackers. Since we spend most of our time submerged in the data stream, we use special programs to scan for old Earth radio waves, each of us hoping that we’ll be the one to make contact with you. Even now thousands are gathering in the stream to hear our interaction.”

  “What’s your name kid?”

  “I don’t think it would be a good idea to say. If I told you and you let it slip, it might change history, and I wouldn’t want to chance it.”

  “Fine, tell me about the Taron.”

  The young man replied hesitantly. “They’re a race of aliens who target innocent worlds based on the natural resources locked beneath the surface of their planets. During your time people thought Earth was about mined out, but the Taron could see things humans couldn’t, using their advanced alien technology. The ship in orbit right now is just a scout ship, but when word gets back to their fleet about Earth, they will make their way here. It takes them another fifteen years or so, but they do come for us, sir.”

  “Any other information you can share about my new mission?”

  “The historical records show that you talked a lot about wanting to stop the scout ship from giving the Taron mother ship Earth’s coordinates. I’m begging you not to do that, sir. Earth will be the first world ever to turn back a Taron invasion, and our success leads to the formation of trade and military ties with other worlds that enable Earth to survive when our ozone layer finally goes belly up. Kalian scientists help us design a shield to protect our world. In fact, other worlds are so grateful for our help, they share all kinds of technology with us. It ushers in a new golden age for our people.”

  “So I’m going to be spending fifteen years on a slave ship with a beautiful blue woman and arms dealer. I’m supposed to survive, rally the other slaves to revolt, and somehow warn Earth of a pending invasion when the time is nigh. All based on a conversation with a faceless guy who won’t even give me his name. What the hell is with this fog? It feels like it’s trying to get into my clothes and molest me.”

  The other man laughed. “It is because the scout ship has you in the outer regions of its force field. The fog facilitates electromagnetic pulses that assist with the time jump. According to the historical record, something went wrong, and they jumped time instead of space.”

  “Any idea what brought them to our world?”

  “They came for the woman, but unfortunately for them, they got you and Jax in the bargain.”

  Just then the door slammed open. Nick backed up slightly, placing himself between the very ugly blue aliens and the woman. He had only a moment to take in their large bobble heads and long spindly arms before one of them pulled a weapon. It took every ounce of self-control he could dredge up not to react. The creatures were slow, and when they spoke, it sounded like a cross between a screech and a tiny dog barking.

  Chapter 2

  Earning His Trident

  ~ Jax ~

  Music Mix

  Trying to open his eyes, Nick slammed them shut again when pain went lancing through his head. Sighing, he wondered what kind of wild one he tied on last night. His pounding headache was being aggravated by barking dogs; barking dogs that kicked like a marine. Rolling over, Nick instinctively grabbed one black boot and tossed the person across the room. Before the room could clearly focus, a searing pain radiated down from his neck to his toes. After a few heart pounding seconds, it abruptly stopped.

  The barking dogs were back, but they clearly weren’t dogs. As he rolled to his feet, the whole horrible message from the future came crashing through his memory like a runaway truck. The huge bobbly head creature snorted deservedly at him before stalking off. Sliding down to sit with his back against the wall, Nick tried to pull his thoughts together. Blocking out everything else, he tried to recall the details of his conversation with the disembodied voice from earlier.

  A pair of bright red sneakers skated by and a man’s heavily accented voice sang a song he vaguely recognized from before his time. “Macho, macho man. You’ve always got to be a macho man.”

  Looking up at the man
dancing around, Nick mumbled under his breath. “You’re pretty fly for a white guy.”

  Stooping down, the brown eyed man with scraggly dark hair waved a hand in his face. “You awake, dude? You’ve been waking up, fighting the big blue fuckers, and getting your ass shocked for a day and a half now. You need to get with the program or your body is going to shut down on you.” Sniffing, Nick could still see white dust in the man’s nose. “Know what your problem is, macho man? You’re a straight arrow. If you did a little dust, the alien shit wouldn’t mess you up so much.”

  Suddenly the nice blue lady kneeled at his side, forcing a drink to his lips. “Sweet Jesus, this tastes awful.”

  Jax suggested helpfully. “Hold your nose when you drink it. I’ve tried everything, and that’s the only way to get it down without gagging it back up.”

  Shaking his head, Nick shoved himself to his feet. “Any idea where we are?”

  “You are a figment of my overactive imagination, dude. It’s a place where for some godforsaken reason the women are hot, and everyone is obsessed with you.”

  “You’re not making any sense. You know that, right? I mean, why would your subconscious have picked someone like me to be in your dream?”

  Tilting his head sideways to look out a portal at stars flying by, the man replied objectively. “See, I have been thinking about that. I believe this dream about alien abduction is a way for me to live out all my wildest fantasies. Unfortunately, my mama took me to church as a small boy and father Jonas stuffed my mind with a bunch religious stuff while trying to teach me to be a good boy. Therefore, I’ve created a world where beautiful mostly naked women don’t want to know me, and there’s another man who’s foolish enough to get himself beat up all the time instead of me.” Shrugging, the man added. “Besides the lack of good drugs, the dream’s been really fun.”