Page 14 of Her Alien Savior
A creepy feeling crawled up my arms thinking about that. Now that I was treated like a criminal, and I had signed a waiver in regard to possible death, or injury outside of H.E.T.’s control. Not only was my year exchange not officially started until I stepped foot on Trillume, but being implanted with a nanobug tracker was not something I could complain about with my signed waiver. I had agreed that they were not responsible if technicalities were to occur, and I may die... well, this wasn’t death, but it certainly wasn’t freedom either. I wondered what kinds of contingencies were afforded to me once the year expired on Trillume, or if I would even make it past the year before King Sylve decided I wasn’t useful anymore, and killed me. He wasn’t my host, so who was to stop him from mistreating me, or any other human here? There were over a thousand of us on that shuttle…
We stopped in front of an empty stasis chamber, and I felt anxiety grow thinking about not actually arriving on Trillume at all, or that no matter what I did, I’d never be free of my nanobug tracker...
The warrior tapped a finger to the chamber, and it opened with laser beams scanning my body, as the incoming recipient.
“Wait,” I stalled. “I don’t feel so good. You might have been right.” My breathing sped up, and my chest was spasming, making it difficult to get air. I gripped the edge of the stasis chamber, suddenly keenly aware that I may have an issue with being stored in a small space, without trusting the alien in charge of the ship I was on.
“Do we have time to retrieve your warrior?” the warrior asked, watching with wary concern.
Everything in me panicked, and without thinking too hard about it, I grabbed the warrior’s hand. In his confusion, and the very likelihood that he found me to be no threat to him at all, I caught him off guard, pulling him towards the chamber. He stumbled, and instead of landing in the chamber like I thought, I was pressed up against him, and I had to think fast. Lifting up on my tip toes, I kissed him, and his eyes widened before he eagerly accepted my advances. “My name is Xol-Tul,” he said through heavy breathes between our lips moving against each other. He wasn’t a bad kisser, and there was a tenderness I hadn’t expected from a large alien warrior, but inwardly I cringed.
This was not the one I thought about, or the lips I craved to be touching mine.
My body felt nothing.
The innocence of him wanting me to know his name since we were now kissing, made me feel guilty for what I was about to do. He was now pressed inside of the stasis chamber with me in his arms, his hands beginning to roam down to grip my ass. I guess that answered my previous question about whether he had a problem with humans or not. I smiled at him and wiggled free from his hold to see him sporting a large hardon from our encounter.
“My name isn’t human,” I rasped out to him with a wry grin. “It’s Riley.” Then I pressed the button on the chamber I saw him touch to open it and watched as his eyes widened in shock as gas spritzed at him, making his reaction time too slow to stop the door from sliding into place between us.
He wasn’t harmed, I reassured myself as I touched my tingling lips. I guess I had a thing for necia warriors, I thought with a shrug. Walking down the line, I stopped in front of Ashley’s stasis chamber. Would she help? It couldn’t hurt to try. I may not be able to ever get rid of the nanobugs in my system, but one thing was for sure I didn’t have to let the only one who had access to track me down survive. It was asking a lot, to go against the whole tribe on this ship by attacking their commander, and king. But, what was clear, was that not everyone had access to track my nanobugs, and even if they stayed with me forever... I wasn’t going to let anyone control me.
My contract was with the Trillume, and not with King Sylve. Technically speaking, I wasn’t going against any galactic laws that I knew of by attempting to overthrow his leadership before we arrived. I doubted he would even check my tracker while I was aboard the ship. Where would I go? Especially, if he thought I was in stasis. When he’d attacked me before I was caught off guard, and I’d trained for every possible recruitment program in H.E.T., including being a warrior. King Sylve was going to regret deciding to play rough, when I was being cooperative.
I smiled pushing the button on Ashley’s stasis pod, creating a whooshing sound as the pressure released from the chamber. None of the pods had officially been filled with the stasis gel yet, and I held my breath as the white gas around her dissipated. A small puddle of sticky liquid covered her feet, and when the clamps released around her chest she fell forward into my arms. I grunted with her sudden weight, and realized she’d probably be unconscious for a bit, and I couldn’t stay here. Fuck. This was what my own impulsiveness got me, a dead weight to lug around while I was trying to be sneaky.
Chapter eight
Direl
AsRileyslippedtheglove into my pocket, I’d wished she’d have used her own fingers without the glove and placed them into my mouth when she was finished, but she hadn’t finished. The medic returned, and I was surprised that Riley had picked up on the sound of footsteps in the hall to stop pleasuring herself before we were caught.
Caught? I thought ruefully on the idea that other warriors would scoff at knowing I had an interest in a human or would even consider accepting the offering stashed within my pocket. Riley was human, not a warrior. Other tribes transported humans to their exchange planets, but they were so fragile that the idea of mating with the human species was quickly regarded just as ridiculous as mating with a torglo beast from Necias Prime. They were skittish creatures that stayed in a herd to protect themselves, running from threats, and eventually became a popular pet on Necias Prime as they were malleable, and tamed well for companionship. They were rather odd looking though, I thought, and wrinkled my nose at the very idea of even trying to bed a torglo... If humans were associated with torglo beasts, it made sense why it would be looked down upon, but that didn’t change my response to her. No torglo had the ample curves of her ass, or the heated touch of her fingers as they applied ointment to my wounds.
Pets... I scoffed internally, the fierceness in Riley’s eyes told me everything I needed to know. She wouldn’t be anyone’s pet, and I pitied any warrior that tried to do so. Images of King Sylve soured my mood. He injected her with nanobug trackers, like a criminal... like a pet. Realization struck me just then, King Sylve saw nothing wrong with what he’d done to my human. It was normal to tag a torglo beast on our planet, even thought to be in the best interest of the pet to be better cared for. I growled at the thought of having anyone protect her, except for me. Least of all King Sylve, he was no king of mine, not since he lost leadership against Trillume, and decided to flee to his new planet.
A true leader would have stayed with Necias Prime despite their loss, instead of creating his own pretend kingdom on a desolate planet on the outskirts of the Trillume Galaxy. Necias Delta Fal. I wasn’t dumb, and neither were the trill. I was sent there to confirm suspicions of Necias Delta Fal being the hub for numerous galactic crimes, and harboring outlaws. That’s what my data core was supposed to scan for when I entered Sylve’s command post.
And by what happened after, I had every reason to believe the trill about the criminal intent of Necias Delta Fal.
I listened as Shen-La explained how Sylve wanted the humans all placed in stasis chambers until we arrived back on Trillume. Riley seemed to accept this, but I was not pleased. It would mean that as soon as the elder root wore off that I would be unable to track her scent within the pod, and without a clear head, my rut would send me back to Shen-La. Would I be forced to regulate my chemicals with someone who found following Sylve so easy?
The medic returned immediately after leaving the room to escort Riley, which meant that she was not the one to bring my Riley to the stasis chambers. The duty was handed off to one of my other warriors. Who? Could they be trusted?
As if Shen-La recognized the urgency in my eyes she explained, “Xol-Tul can be trusted to be gentle with the human. He was one of your generals before he was demoted, wasn’t he?”
I grunted my agreement. I trusted Xol-Tul, but I had also trusted my Second Commander Chuel, and look how that turned out. Where was my other general during all of this? There would be no way King Sylve would have seized control over the whole ship without Chuel’s assistance, but what of General Nen-Le? She probably didn’t have much of a choice but to follow the orders of Chuel, but it still didn’t ease the sting that she made no effort to be there when I woke from the stasis chamber.
Any necia warrior that still held a modicum of authority on this ship after King Sylve’s takeover was complicit in whatever plans there was against the trill. I guess that meant with Xol-Tul’s demotion he could be trusted, for now.
Then my implanted communicator notified me of an incoming transmission. The only person capable of connecting to the comms of any warrior on this ship was a commander, they would be the only one with override codes to every communicator on board. He wouldn’t have the command codes I had access to, but Sylve would have whatever codes my second had, which was enough to run this ship.
Suddenly, the very voice of the traitor in question entered my ears, “I’ve been informed that you are conscious, but unable to do much more than grunt. That is all I need from you, really, when I inform you of what you must already know. The human you’ve imprinted on has been injected with nanobugs, she didn’t take to it well, I’m afraid.
“You are aware that with those bots in her system, I am capable of tracking her down should she ever leave this ship, and it also gives me access to her implant. With one click of a switch, I can completely shut down all of her functions. The brain is such a powerful thing, and I can make her fall asleep, or I can make sure she never wakes up. I know you won’t believe me about the trill until I prove it to you, and you have no intention of allowing me to do just that.
“It’s regrettable that I must control the pet you’ve imprinted on to make you see the truth, but once you do, you’ll forgive me, and I will immediately have the nanobugs disabled. Until then, all you must do is grunt your understanding of the situation. You will return to be my second, and you will follow this human to her assignment where you will see who the real traitor of Necias Prime is.”
My fingers clutched into fists, drawing blood, and my throat tightened as I tried to speak. It would have been better to have been knocked out, this half state of existence was torture. To hear that he intended to use the nanobugs for their full purpose. This was why it was reserved for criminals and pets. If a criminal got out of line, one could simply put them to sleep, then replace them back to their confinement. If a pet was deemed to be ill, one could put them to sleep, and end their life peacefully. Peaceful death, the nanobugs were considered to be a mercy to pets and criminals alike.
