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“More,” I begged.
“Everything,” he demanded with a lusty growl and rocked his hips, thrusting in and out with first slow and lovely strokes that turned more needy until I could hear the slap of our skin echoing with our screams.
“Everything,” I agreed as we shattered together.
ASHLEY
Nothingpreparedapersonfor waking out of stasis without assistance. It was hell. My skin felt like it was going to fall from my bones, and my body ached all over. I knew what I was getting myself into, even with the stasis pods doing most of the work and going through the disengagement protocols, it wasn’t fun to not get the same drugs for recuperation as anyone else would get. I was lucky to carry a pain med injector, but I still had to wait until I was lucid enough to use it. My only comfort was knowing that I wasn’t the only unlucky bastard to be going through this.
If I was waking up, then so were Bryce and Chester. I smiled to myself, imagining Bryce panicking because he didn’t have a mirror to make sure he didn’t look like a zombie or a watch to confirm how long he’d been asleep. Fucking priceless. He knew it was going to hurt, but I didn’t exactly explain that it was normal to feel like your skin was one-hundred years old because of the fluid waterlogging our bodies for a prolonged period of time. Most people were kept unconscious until the skin repaired itself.
Us... not so lucky.
First thing I did was inject that pain med into my system when my hand could function again and hope it lasted long enough to get me through the electro therapy the pod was going to give me to reboot my muscles. There was no number of pulses that fully made up for being completely embolized for a month. My finger tapped the incision in my thigh, and I recoiled from the pain at the same time feeling a numbness warm through my body.
If only this was a regular exchange, I would have never felt this. There was no way around it, though, if I wanted to wake up without the medical on the ship being informed. All the protocols for coming out of stasis like I woke up from a dream that lasted one second long required the medic on staff to be alerted and monitor my vitals. If they could see my vitals right now, they would be running from their cushioned seats to make sure I wasn’t dying. All they saw was a loop of my vitals from the last check before the new protocols took over to wake me up.
With the immediate ache gone temporarily, I pressed the emergency release, and my knees buckled as I heaved up black fluids from my lungs. This part would have been more pleasant if it was suctioned out with the rest of the stasis gel, but even with advanced technology some psychopath thought it was better to let a body naturally expel the goop. What part of stasis was natural, fucking idiots?
My anger fueled me to move despite the pain med not being enough to take the hiss away as I searched for something to cling onto. I was naked... of course I was. As soon as the stasis chamber confirmed vitals were stable it shredded anything we were wearing and then stabbed you with tubes and floated you in jelly.
I dug around the bottom of the stasis chamber just to check if I left anything for myself. It was normal for memory to fail in the last twenty-four hours before stasis, but I knew that if I wanted myself to have something, it would be at the bottom of the tank inside a canister that would stick to the floor, out of the way of the drains.
My hands wrapped around the thin, and familiar synthetic sleeve with a smile that made me grimace. Fuck, I thought, no emotions until my skin felt normal again.
The sleeve opened, where I found a disruptor and a datacore coin. I left myself a message, good. I attached the coin to my implant and heard myself speak, “You fucked up. What’s new?” And happy waking to you too, I thought to myself with a grumble. “Yah, yah, you’re in pain, whatever. Get over yourself and fix things. Same plan, but you never leave a teammate behind. Never. You hear me? You’re the reason the whole universe knew Riley caught the attention of Princess Klemon, and she was supposed to lure the Star Breaker to you, but that was it. You knew the risks. Well, own up to them. She’s going to be used as more than bait for the Star Breaker.
“You cracked the code in her blood. The Star Breaker was testing their nanotech for a cure to the original virus... but the message to Princess Klemon was a threat, blackmail, with Riley at the center of it.
“Fuck... how do I say this? Klemon is going to see the cure works in Riley... and she’ll take the cure herself to prove to the council it works without exposing Riley, but if she does... she’ll die without the Star Breaker’s cure for the cure. It’s a double blind, revenge. The cure only works for humans...
“So, bright side, humans are cured with this, if we get our hands on the technology. Fucked sidesways side through a blackhole, humans ARE the cure for every other species if they mate with us. Earth will turn into a large alien breeding ground for when aliens want to get their rocks off. We will end up as slaves or a hot commodity that has no agency, and Riley... Well, she’s got spunk, and it won’t matter that she likes the aliens, they won’t let her keep who she wants. Highest bidder and all that.”
What the fuck, I thought, and what did I think I was supposed to do about all of that? This was completely outside the scope of the mission. Find Star Breaker, report back. That was it.
Searching for the other pods, I needed Bryce to bounce ideas off of for this one. He was annoying, but he helped me think straight.
Then the recording continued, I thought it was finished, but I was wrong, “Hey girl,” I said to myself softly, “I know this is fucked up, and not what we signed up for, but there isn’t time to report back, and hope things figure themselves out. I already had a message sent back to Earth, they should have it already, but I’ve thought about this for all of about an hour, but don’t judge us on the tight timeframe.”
I am judging, I thought. I don’t even know this chick Riley, and what could I do about all of humanity?
“Star Breaker is using humans as antidote vessels and marking us as toys for aliens to be purchased.” Yah, I got that part, no need to rub it in, I complained to my recorded self.
“Time to fuck with their minds, bitch.” I mean I liked the sound of that but how? “It’s all a bunch of subatoms and a change of probability.” Sure, yawn, whatever, that didn’t explain anything, but I was listening. “Stop thinking. You are interference! Close the path, and what was not possible before is now reality.” Then it clicked. Most species didn’t pay attention to the details. If things worked then who cared how? Who cared that it defied logic, when you trusted your data to be right. How could it be wrong?
I gleamed, and my cheek muscle twitched at the use of my face muscles after so long.
My recording stopped, past me didn’t need to say more.
“Bear hunt here we go.” I double checked my implant stats to make sure it was all set up. Of course, it was, it was me, after all. Two squirrels loose and one nutty wizard. No one would be looking for Riley, they’ll be looking for me.
“Welcome to Estreldez, Riley,” I said sweetly. This was the most likely planet I could track the Star Breaker’s code to, and it’s on the far reaches of the universe of Trillume. Somewhere out here, they are hiding, I just know it. And I’m going to be the one to find them, while also diverting attention from the real Riley. By now, her implant code will have been updated, and she should be able to get herself out of whatever bind she’s in. All she has to do is say, “Riley, who?” I mimicked out loud with a chortle.
Can’t be that hard, right? Riley’s probably a smart girl, if I mentioned what a shit I was for slapping a beacon of trouble on her as soon as she was selected by Princess Klemon’s for exchange. Pasts in the past, right? One human for mankind and all that.
Then I bumped into something and whimpered at the contact. No one was supposed to be in here when I woke. The protocols were very specific about no waking me unless the ship confirmed the sector was clear of any biomarkers. It was warm whatever it was… and suddenly I realized how freezing I felt being naked and slimy with stasis gel. I tried to blink past the burn of my eyes and squinted to see a blurry image move and my body lift from the ground.
“No,” I squirmed in his hold. It was a ‘he’, right? There were definitely firm muscles against my skin.
