Page 25 of Alien Engineer's Mate

Eira sat forward. She needed to understand everything—her children’s future depended on her making the right match. Thecoffee warmed her stomach, steadying her nerves as Madeline began to explain the algorithms that determined match compatibility.

“The process combines genetic analysis with psychological profiling,” Madeline’s voice carried through the hushed room. “When you registered, we took DNA samples and had you complete extensive questionnaires. This data is processed through algorithms developed by both human and Latharian scientists to identify optimal matches.”

The diagram on screen reminded Eira of mining equipment schematics—each component precisely calibrated, working in harmony with the others. The familiar patterns of technical analysis eased her mind. Made her relax slightly.

“We don’t just look for basic compatibility,” Madeline continued, flicking through slides rich with data. “The genetic analysis identifies potential pairs whose DNA patterns complement each other in ways that promote healthy offspring. But of equal importance is the new psychological matching algorithm we run. Using it, we check everything from personality traits to cultural values, from life goals to parenting styles.”

Parenting styles. The words jolted through Eira. Her pen paused above her datapad. They considered parenting compatibility in their matches. That had to mean?—

“But what about their wealth status?” A sharp voice cut through the silence in the room. “Surely that’s a factor in matching? Some warriors must be more...establishedthan others.”

Eira turned to see a younger woman in an outfit that probably cost more than six months of Kyle’s medication. Her manicured nails tapped an impatient rhythm against her thigh as she stared expectantly at Madeline.

“As I was explaining, Aisha,” Madeline’s professional smile didn’t waver, though something in her tone suggested she’d had this conversation before, “the matching process focuses on compatibility factors that lead to successful long-term partnerships. Financial status is not one of our primary considerations.”

“But that’s ridiculous!” Aisha snapped. “How can you ignore such an important factor? Some of us have certain expectations about our future lifestyle.”

The air in the room shifted as several women exchanged looks. Vivian leaned closer to Eira and whispered, “She’s been here three months already. Keeps rejecting matches because they’re not highly ranked enough.”

Madeline cleared her throat, the sound cutting through the rising murmurs. “Let’s move on to discuss the courtship process.”

The screen changed to display a timeline overlaid with intricate patterns that reminded Eira of Lead Technician S’aad’s mating marks. “Once a match is identified, you’ll begin a three-day courtship period. This is a sacred tradition in Latharian culture, one that unfortunately died out as the Lathar had no women, but has now been resurrected.”

Despite Aisha’s continued huffing, Eira was drawn into the explanation.

“During these three days, your matched warrior will court you according to their traditions. This includes sharing meals, participating in activities together, and the giving of gifts.” Madeline smiled.

“Gifts? What kind of gifts?” someone asked.

“That varies by warrior, but they will be something meaningful to them personally. Something that represents their hopes for your future together.” Madeline smiled. “The warriors take this process very seriously. They’re not just tryingto impress you... they’re demonstrating their commitment to building a life together.”

Aisha’s hand shot up again, her rings catching the light. “But what if we don’t want to wait three days? What if we already know they’re suitable?”

“The courtship period is mandatory,” Madeline’s tone was firm. “It gives both parties time to evaluate the match properly. Remember, this isn’t just dating... you’re laying the foundation for a lifelong bond. There is no divorce in Latharian culture.”

Eira’s pen moved across her datapad, noting details. Would she need childcare during these activities? She could ask Leo to get the younger two to nursery and pick them up if the dates were in the day, but what about at night? And how would her potential mate react to three children? Her stomach churned, but she forced herself to focus as Madeline continued.

“During this time, you’ll have opportunities to ask questions, learn about each other’s backgrounds, and discuss your expectations for the future. The warriors will want to know about your interests, your goals, your family?—”

“Even if we have children?” The words escaped before Eira could stop them. “From... before? Previous relationships?”

Several of the other women murmured, and Madeline’s expression softened. “Especially then. Latharian warriors consider the care of children to be one of their highest callings. If you have children, your matched warrior will want to know everything about them, like their personalities, their interests, and their needs. Many warriors see raising children, even those not biologically theirs, as an honor.”

Relief flooded through Eira. She thought of Maax with Emily, how naturally he’d handled her tears, how carefully he’d explained the station systems to Kyle... The memory of his deep voice explaining power indicators to her son sent an unexpected warmth through her chest.

Stop it, she told herself. She couldn’t assume she’d be matched with him just because he’d been kind to her children once.

“This is all very touching,” Aisha cut in, “but surely we havesomesay in who we’re matched with? I have a very specific type in mind, and I won’t settle for just any warrior who?—”

“Oh, shut up, Aisha.” The rebuke came from an elegant-looking lady near the front. “Some of us are trying tolearnsomething here.”

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Eira noticed several women exchanging glances as Aisha huffed and dropped back into her seat.

“She’s a pain in the ass,” Vivian whispered, though her tone held more frustration than sympathy. “She’s already turned down three matches. Keeps holding out for someone with more status.” She shook her head, silver hair catching the light. “Warriors aren’t like human men—they don’t care about showing off their wealth. It’s all about honor and duty with them.”

“The last one was that nice operations lead,” another woman murmured. “Can you imagine? Turning down a man just because he wasn’t command staff?”

“Ladies,” Madeline called their attention back to the front. “Let’s focus on the next steps in the process. Once you’re matched, you’ll receive?—”

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