Page 29 of Captain's Companion

“Your father was part Tulan,” he said. “If you want to track him down, I can request his information for you.”

“The Tulan seed and move on,” Gwyn said. “Right? They have a long tradition of one male and several females.”

“Yes,” Ulrik said. “The females tend to be very protective of offspring.”

“If I remember correctly,” Doctor Shifleman said. “They were warring tribes. The males would steal the women and kill the children to make them fertile again.”

“What does this mean for me,” Gwyn asked gripping the arms of her chair. Ulrik set down the plate with croissants and took her hand.

“Your father was only about ten percent Tulan. The rest appears to have been human,” Doctor Shifleman said. “Your heart is slightly different from a human heart, but it is working appropriately. I’d like to take additional scans as time permits.”

“Is there anything else,” Gwyn asked.

“Your father probably couldn’t fight the biological urge which pushed him to let your mother go,” Doctor Shifleman said.

“Then why contract for a child,” Gwyn asked.

“It’s possible he didn’t know,” Ulrik said. “Do you want to know who he is?”

“No,” she said. “I don’t. Is there anything else I need to be aware of?”

“Women with Tulan DNA tend to have difficulty making an attachment with mates,” Doctor Shifleman said. “The percentage you have is small, miniscule really.”

“But I might not accept a mate,” Gwyn said. “Even an amorous one.”

“Tulan females are all about their children,” Doctor Shifleman said. “They hide them from their mates and protect them with their lives.”

“I don’t plan to have children,” Gwyn said. “They lied to me.”

“The corporation,” Ulrik asked.

“Yes,” she said. “They did a DNA test and they know who my father was. They had to know I was part Tulan.”

“Yes,” Doctor Shifleman said. “However, they’re not required to report it if it is less than ten percent. Your Tulan genetics is only about two percent.”

“Technically, they didn’t lie,” Ulrik said but he saw Gwyn’s face.

“Yet another thing to consider,” Gwyn said.

“If it helps, you’re in good shape, though a little underweight,” Doctor Shifleman said. “Physically, I find nothing wrong with you. As for the drugs they gave you, they have been officially taken off the market. I’ve reported them for distributing them. I’d like to see you gain some weight slowly over the next few weeks.”

“How much,” Gwyn asked.

“Twenty pounds,” Doctor Shifleman said.

“That’s what I weighed before my last assignment,” Gwyn said chewing on her bottom lip.

“It’s a healthy weight for you,” Doctor Shifleman said. “Do you feel good at this weight?”

“I... no, not really,” Gwyn confessed.

“Don’t look at me,” Ulrik said as the doctor glared at him. “I didn’t know. I like her curves and her soft parts.”

“Ulrik,” Gwyn said blushing. “He didn’t know. When I came off the transport, I thought it was from traveling. Since then, we’ve been busy.”

“I’m sure,” Doctor Shifleman said. “I don’t want you to worry about your weight but Captain, she must eat regularly. Preferably from a table.”

“I will,” Gwyn said stopping Ulrik from grumbling at the doctor. “He’s on shift and I’ll make sure I get at least one meal in while he’s working.”

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