Page 84 of Ava Greasemonkey

As the other women enjoyed the sun and picked the flowers, Ava went to sit next to Bria, sinking down on a rock. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Bria looked away, but answered a second later, “I am just glad to be free. But I don’t want to remember. I hate space and everything to do with the stars.”

Ava nodded. The women were all recovering remarkably well from their time in Tuxa captivity but the time they’d spent wasn’t something easily erased. “I feel guilty for seeming to havemore . . . scars than all of you do. I was only there for a few hours. You were there for so long.”

Both sat in silence, watching the pond ripple, before Bria answered, her pale blue face thoughtful, “We had each other for comfort when the Tuxa were more interested in us. Before we learned how to repel them. It was easy to slip our minds away into each other. You had nowhere to hide when we let out the fear. You had to endure.”

Ava nodded, uncomfortable with talking about it. She cleared her throat. “Are you looking forward to homecoming like the others?”

Bria nodded her delicate head, putting it on her knees over her clasped hands. “It will feel good to go home. I know once I am there I will feel better. It is the time in between, this transition, that is hard.” She put her hand on Ava’s knee. Like Vox’s, her hand was warmer than Ava’s. “But, like all transitions, it will pass.”

Ixxi came up and put one of her arms around Bria’s shoulder. Bria smiled up at her, patting Ixxi’s arm.

In Ixxi’s other hand she held a freshly gathered flower. She pushed it into Bria’s nose before getting it whacked away. Bria’s nose wrinkled and a ghost of a smile formed on her lips.

The flower fell at their feet, and Ava picked it up to smell it. It smelled like life. Ava held it to her nose and smiled, watching the women pick more under the artificial sun.

The women eventually requested to see where Ava lived, her life in the engine hall. Ava had an initial flare of anxiety at their request. It left the word no on the tip of her tongue.

She swallowed it back down, gazing at their open, eager faces. They were not the type to judge her, but Ava felt ashamed still for her small living area and small life.

“Are you sure?” Ava asked, still hesitant. “It is not that much.”

“We want to see it,” Orla said. She pointed at the biologics on Ava’s chest. “Vox said there is a whole tankful of these in there.”

Ava nodded. The biologics and the engine were impressive, she could gather that.

She pushed her self-doubt aside and smiled. “I’ll take you there.” The women lit up excitedly and all rose to leave the solarium.

They walked the halls together, their chatter breaking up the silence and gloom Ava felt walking them alone.

She admitted the party to the engine hall with a ping and watched their expressions as they ran to the biologics tank, running their hands along it.

Ava held her own container on her chest close, smiling at their reactions.

The biologics danced seeing Ava, and seemed to like the Vorbax women as well. At least they responded to them more than they did to Vox. Some even followed their hands as they trailed along, giggling, like they did with her.

Ava laughed, watching, and showed them the racing games she played with them. Their footsteps and cheering echoed in the hall, the loudest sounds the biologics had ever heard here before. She even showed them how to climb the engine to feed them, noting that they also seemed to have the same hesitation Vox did with climbing, but a few made it all the way up to the hatch with her.

One place Ava didn’t show them was her little alcove, keeping the curtain across it. Instead she let them see the control room. The feeling of shame she felt had evaporated seeing the womenplay in the hall, but it still felt like her sleeping area was too private to share.

After they had their fill of the engine room, Ava walked back with them to the queen’s room a majority of the way, but then stopped when the path branched off to go to navigation.

She looked at the hallway leading there hesitantly, wanting to know what was happening but also not wanting to intrude.

“Go,” Orla said, and the others nodded, lighting up. “We can sense Vox would welcome the interruption. Come visit us again afterward.”

Ava nodded and parted with them, walking the short distance to navigation herself. She was eager to see Vox, to see what he had to say.Should I go in or knock first?She hesitated outside the door, unsure if she was welcome. She shook off those thoughts and held down the pinpad to admit herself. This was her ship now too.

Inside, bathed in the dark light, were all four of the Vorbax males. They were deep in talks with Iryl, the same board member contact Ava had met before going off ship.

The four Vorbax looked up at Ava as she came in, but moved aside to include her next to Vox where they were circled around the hologram.

“Let us table the other discussions for a moment,” the hologram said, gazing at Ava, an enigmatic smile on his face.

Rhutg nodded. “That is fine. Everything is interconnected anyway.” To Ava he said, “Iryl knows of our plans with your Humans. He is an outsider of the Vorbax Quorum, being our representative on the Galactic Board.”

Iryl nodded, eyes twinkling. “Being outside, away from Xai, has given me a more . . . universal view of life. My brethren have a habit of never wanting to think beyond Xai. It leaves them shortsighted at times.”

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