by T. J. Quinn
Table of Contents
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
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
The Searching Star
The Deserter
The Physician's Woman
Hopes, Dreams, and Nightmares Come True
Escape
Of Desperate Times
On the Run
Dubious Rescue
Diversions
Unwilling Hero
Bittersweet Homecoming (I)
Bittersweet Homecoming (II)
Rebuilding Begins
An Amiable Rapport
Spilt Memories
Journeys
The Hard Steps
A Dark Secret
Long Nights and Longer Days
Three Silent Graves
The Last Tregan
The Key
Horizons
Oltarin
EPILOGUE
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Farseek
Lieutenant's Mate
Farseek Mercenary Book 2
Clarissa Lake
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CONTENTS
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
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
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CHAPTER ONE
PYRR (Peer on }
My name is Pyrron Avantu, Lieutenant Commander in the Farseek Brigade now Farseek Mercenaries. Mostly, I am called Pyrr.
Farseek was a relatively young colony on the edge of the Transtellar Consortium. We were the Farseek Division of the Sovereign Transtellar Consortium Defense Force. It was our world’s responsibility to provide a minimum number of warriors to defend the consortium in return for the financial rewards of membership in the Consortium. We provided ten Dreadnaught warships and over a thousand warriors to fight for them in their war.
It was a fair deal for our world until we returned from the war with the Sargus Empire. Our whole world was laid to waste, and our families were either killed or kidnapped to be sold into slavery. Commander Maktu and Admiral Degatu believe the Consortium knew the Sargans would attack our world before it happened and did not warn us so we could go back and protect our families.
Every city and village on our world was left in rubble and ruin. We all shed a few tears that day. There is nothing more precious to the Uatu people than their families and their homes. The Sargans had taken all of that from us. Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, wives, and children. One of our company was fortunate enough to find his two children among those we found alive. We took them all with us when we left because they would never survive the winter.
Had they simply destroyed our homes and business buildings we could rebuild. But our people are mostly all gone too. So, we all resigned from the Consortium Defense Force and became freelancers---or mercenaries. Our primary mission is to free our people and bring them home. In the meantime, we will serve and defend wherever we’re needed for a price to finance our quest.
Commander Maktu has encouraged all of us to keep a personal record of our endeavors and experiences to add to our world’s history as well as our personal history. For our first paid mission, we went to a slave auction on a world called Ursaga and rescued 100 people mostly females of various species. There were four women from a world called Earth, and one of them is mine. Her name is Scarlet Andrews, and we are solmatu. Soul mates.
I didn’t know that until she had been aboard Dreadnaught One for a few days because I hadn’t met her or the others yet. Commander General Maktu went in to find Evzen Guryon’s daughter Kyanna while we ran interference with the locals. We were only being paid to rescue Kyanna, but Maktu wasn’t leaving anyone behind to be sold at the slave auctions. Most were women from Consortium worlds. A dozen including the four from Earth were from other worlds unknown to us.
They were all given a chance to remain with us or stay on Halor where the governor guaranteed them asylum. The four from Earth decided to stick together. The one called Harper Avery was Maktu’s solmatu. She wouldn’t leave him, so the other three stayed.
I met Scarlet for the first time three days after we left Ursaga. The Commander was showing them around the ship and introducing them to the crew. A few of us were hanging out in the rec room as we didn’t have a whole lot to do between missions. The ship practically runs itself, and we are ground troops, not space pilots. We have rudimentary training in manually running the ship in an emergency. Before that job would come to me, most of the company would have to be dead or incapacitated. I’ve been in this company for ten years, and it’s never happened yet. I hope it never does.
We all looked up when the Commander came in with ten of the rescued women wearing nothing but some inner shirts the crew had donated for them to wear. They at least covered them better than those flimsy slave dresses they wore when they were boarding our shuttle. I scented Scarlet as soon as she came into the room, but I couldn’t tell which one of them was my solmatu until Commander Maktu introduced them individually.
“Scarlet Andrews, meet Pyrr Avantu,” Commander Maktu said.
I stood up, and she extended her hand toward me. I took it and held it, looking into her green eyes. She was beautiful with her short light-colored hair and shapely female body. She was the tallest of the Earth women, but I am still a head taller than she is. My senses were full of the sight and scent of her, and my cock threatened to embarrass me in front of all those women.
My eyes widened a little as she looked up at me and I smiled and managed to say, “I am pleased to meet you Scarlet Andrews…solmatu.”
I raised her hand to my lips and kissed the back of it. Then I reached up and stroked her cheek with my fingers. Her skin was soft and smooth, and my hand trembled a little as I touched her. The commander had moved on with
the group and went on introducing them.
“You are my soul mate,” I blurted it out as I stared into her eyes. I was otherwise all but speechless with surprise and elation. Recognition of one’s soulmate almost always caught us by surprise. To be honest, I had more combat experience than experience with women. My mind was racing trying to figure out how I could convince her to be my mate.
“And you are just adorable,” she smiled back at me, squeezing my hand. “Does this mean you want to be my man?”
She was clearly mocking me, but her eyes betrayed her interest. As far as I was concerned, she was already mine, but I suspected she would take some convincing. “Would you join me for evening meal so we could become better acquainted?”
Scarlet started to shake her head tried to pull her hand away, but I didn’t let her, “In the mess hall,” I added because I knew this group would be coming to mess with the rest of us. She seemed to relax and stopped trying to pull her hand from mine.
“Oh, well in that case, sure,” she said and glanced at the other women. “I have to go, I’ll see you at dinner.”
The others had all been introduced to the rest of the men and women, and the commander was leaving with them. So, I nodded to Scarlet and reluctantly released her hand.
“Soulmates, huh?” she laughed softly and turned to follow the others from the rec room.
I groaned softly to myself, watching the sway of her backside as she walked away. My mind flashed a vision of gripping those sweet cheeks while I buried my stiffening cock balls deep inside her. Even though she left the room, her scent lingered and so did my desire to claim her sexually.
I had a feeling Scarlet was a bit skeptical about our mating practices. I couldn’t really tell if she would accept my courtship or not. It didn’t matter, I wasn’t planning to take ‘no’ for an answer. I would never dishonor myself by forcing a woman to accept my attention. That is not our way. But I knew from the light in her eyes as she mocked me that she was aware of the attraction between us. She might try to fight it, but I didn’t think that would last long.
CHAPTER TWO
SCARLET
I used to live on Earth until a couple of strangers stopped and asked for directions while I was walking my dog on the street where we lived. Next thing I knew I woke up strapped to a bunk with a headache from some drug. Then this fish-faced alien walks into the room and tells us we are now slaves of the Sargus Empire. If not for fish face, I wouldn’t have believed it.
That’s when I realized I would probably never see my dog Billy again. I would never know what happened to him. Did they hurt him or just leave him there? If he ended up in the shelter, would he ever find a new home or would he get euthanized because he wasn’t a cute little puppy anymore? I’d gotten him a year before after I was discharged from the Army. He was my family, and I was never going to see him again, never going to know what happened to him. I cried like a baby. He was the one being I could count on, and I had promised him a home for the rest of his life. Damn these aliens!
I was just getting on with my life after Afghanistan. I had no family. My parents were killed in a car accident just after I got out of high school. There was no money for college, so I joined the Army. That’s where I met my fiancé, my late fiancé. He was killed by a roadside bomb six months before his discharge date. I can’t say whether I had PTSD. I just know I felt broken for a long time after coming home without Jake. Friends told me about vets getting service dogs.
I had a dog growing up so I decided it might be nice to have one again. I went to the local animal shelter and found Billy. He’s a big brown and white mutt. We guessed he was Lab, hound and Pit or Boxer. He was a sweet, happy dog and smart. He was the best therapy. We went to dog training classes at the shelter and long walks every day. He loved chasing balls and frisbees at the park. We took care of each other.
I had just started a new job driving a shuttle bus around town. Since Billy was my service dog, he got to go with me. The pay wasn’t the greatest, but it was enough. I inherited the house I grew up in, and insurance paid off the mortgage when my parents were killed. So, I was doing all right. I was almost happy again until I got kidnapped by alien slavers. Bastards!
There were thirty of us in the room I was in, all females of various species, and three other humans than me. Some of them were in a funk like I was for the first couple days then we started getting acquainted because there wasn’t much to do. They injected us with a biochip so we could understand the various languages we spoke. I have no idea how it works, just that it does.
My ‘sister’ abductees were an interesting mix of humanoid species. None of them had ever heard of planet Earth. There was one called Kyanna Guryon who went around telling everyone that her father was governor of the planet Halor and he would send people to rescue her. I remember hoping she was right.
Kyanna was purple skinned with teal colored hair and elfin ears and pink eyes. She was quite pretty, even with a narrow row of ridges that started at her nose and extended into her hair. She told us that the males had hair growing from those ridges and some had it removed. For a rich bitch, she was actually pretty nice.
It turned out that she was right about being rescued. That’s how we all ended up on this mercenary ship. These guys seemed to come out of nowhere as we were lined up to be auctioned off on planet Ursaga. This big, guy in dark armor like Iron Man or something comes strolling into the room, and his helmet opens to reveal one hot alien commander.
He sniffed the air and got a stunned look on his face, then zeroed in on Harper and she on him. He was here to rescue Kyanna Guryon just like she told us. He told us to follow him, and we did. Later, he sent one of his minions to fetch Harper. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what that was about. There was a smoking hot attraction flashing between them from the moment they laid eyes on each other.
Harper confirmed it when she got back. “Commander Maktu, said I am his soul mate. He asked me to be his mate,” she said. She seemed a little stunned by the episode but in a good way.
“So, what did you say to that?” I asked her.
“What if I don’t want to be?” she said, “and he told me it was my choice. But I didn’t really answer then the ship took a hit.”
“But you like him?” I prompted.
“Yeah.” She sighed her answer. “He is so attractive! But he seems really nice, too.”
“Do you think he can help us get home?” I asked.
“It does not sound promising. They have never heard of our world. Even if they had, they probably call it something else,” Harper said.
A little while later, the commander came back and told us they weren’t able to find Earth and offered to take us in. The other three took it hard and had a good cry. I didn’t have any more tears for my predicament. I’d already cried my heart out on the slave ship. It was sweet the way Commander Maktu held Harper in his arms and let her cry it out. He seemed like he would really care for her. When she calmed down, they left the conference room, and I didn’t see her again until two days later.
I knew the minute I saw her she was fucking him. Way to go Harper! Of course, me and my big mouth, I blurted it right out. She wasn’t that upset though. To be honest, I was a little jealous. She wasn’t just fucking him, they were like married---solmatu, she said.
When Commander Maktu came back, he took us on a tour of the ship. Only those of us who were considering staying went. That’s how I came face to face with Lieutenant Pyrr Avantu, the commander’s right-hand man. It was lust at first sight. Then I looked into his violet eyes and saw the attraction was mutual.
He said I was solmatu---his soul mate. He was every bit as hot as Harper’s commander, so I didn’t turn down his invitation to eat with him. I wasn’t sure I bought into the soul mate phenomenon, but I liked him. I was used to the lines guys in the service used to get laid. The soul mate line was a new one. Yet, I could see in his eyes that he believed what he was saying.
Had we been alone, we wou
ld likely have ended up making out at the least. When he kissed my hand, it was the sweetest thing I’d experienced in a long time. I knew I wanted to see where it would go. I had already lost everything that ever meant anything to me. Whether it turned out to be a chance to get laid or a chance of a lifetime, I decided to risk it. He was just too good to pass up.
I would have liked to stay and talk to him little longer, but the commander had finished the introduction and was leaving. “I have to go,” I said, reluctantly slipping my hand from his. “I’ll see you at the evening meal.”
Then he smiled at me, and his eyes were warm and inviting and violet, like amethyst. His skin was soft lavender color and his hair the same teal color as Kyanna’s. He was a good-looking guy in any color.
The tour of the ship was interesting and informative. Much of the ship was strictly utilitarian with no attempt at aesthetics, but crew cabins and communal areas were a little homier. The commander showed us one of the empty cabins. It was small, with a built-in bed with room for two people a small sitting area and a private bathroom. There weren’t enough cabins to go around for the women, so only Kyanna Guryon and her friend were each assigned one. After all, Kyanna’s father had paid for her rescue.
The rest of us were just glad to be rescued from the slavers. Bedding down on the floor of the conference room wasn’t the most comfortable, but I had slept in worse places. These guys didn’t have to rescue us. They called themselves mercenaries, but I suspected there was more to the story.
Pyrr didn’t wait for me to come to the mess hall. He came to escort me there. I felt a little self-conscious walking with him to the mess hall barefoot and wearing only a long shirt. It was the best they could do for a hundred women of various sizes and species. Each of the soldiers on the ship had donated one of their own inner shirts for us to wear. The material of the dresses provided by the slavers was so thin we may as well have been naked.
We were watching a holovid program about the Consortium when the Lieutenant strode into the room. I had an odd sensation that made me look up at the same time as Pyrr spotted me. I couldn’t help smiling when I saw him. Soon as our eyes met, the sparks of attraction seemed to echo between us. I think I blushed a little at the contraction in my female parts and the subsequent wetness there.
