Page 8 of Her Alien Delegate
Why wouldn't I?
"Yes...?"
"To the current resident of unit 4893," it was the voice of the woman who brought me here, "I have no way of reaching you without putting you in danger, and the ship you were meant to blend in with has been destroyed. The next transport isn't scheduled until next month. The Blue District is the safest place for you to be, but you can't stay in the room you're in now, since I've contacted you. You must survive until the next humans arrive on Trillume to hide your departure. Make your way to theCentral District, if you can, to find a trill official to protect you. You can do it. I'll be sending a necia warrior to retrieve you in two days when your credits run out."
"But my credits are already gone now..."
"End of transmission."
"No, I'm out of credits! How am I supposed to wait for the warrior in two days? I'm not a secret agent capable of making my way to Central Trillume without help. I don't even know my way around! I'd get lost! I need credits." I nearly sobbed.
"You've expressed an interest in earning credits. Would you like to hear about our many services to earn credits here in the Blue District?"
I guess it wouldn't hurt to listen to what jobs were available here.
"Fine," I agreed with resignation.
"Thank you for your interest in making the Blue District a vital source of providing experiences for all species. Your species is classified as Earthling, subclass human. This species is gaining in curiosity and interest among many species across the galaxy. As such, the Blue District would happily accept your application to earn credits under our protection. Please proceed to a larger unit across the hall with a flashing gold light to accept earning credits here at the Blue District."
"Wait, what will I be required to do?"
I wasn't accepting anything without knowing what I was signing up for.
"You will be in control of what you provide for credits. Requests will be submitted by other guests for services from a human. You are in control of accepting or declining the service and its equivalent credit allowance. The room will be on the house for your first night while you establish your business. Do you agree?"
At least it was one night less to worry about while I wait for the necia warrior to come get me.
"I don't have to access any service requests?"
"You are not required to accept any requests, but should you not choose to accept at least one after your complimentary night for considering using the Blue District for your needs, then you will be asked to add credits to your account with us to continue your valued stay here. Do you accept?"
"I accept."
Chapter four
Broma
"There are still concerns with human contracts. It will take more time before we're given any applicants from Earth while they sort through the trade concerns. Our contract is a bit different than the traditional one-earthyear. Your mother made sure to include the addendum that states as long as you bond the human within that year, the contract becomes permanent and the human is thus under the rule of AsunGor laws," Romek explained when we arrived on Trillume. "Permanency tends to frighten the humans, and an anti-alliance group has used our contract request as an excuse to attack in 'defense'. The original female your mother picked for you was killed, and you'll have to wait for new applicants for the contract."
"And you believe any female I'd pick next would not be harmed by this group of humans against trade contracts?"
"I didn't say they were all humans," he dismissed. "The group is a mix of all species against giving humans the rights to join the alliance. Your contract is more than giving a human the rights to breed with you. It is a high honor to bethedelegate ofTheCommissioner of AsunGor. Your mother has left you with a pile of shit to clean up upon your arrival."
"We support the future leader of Trillume," Pheyal reminded Romek as he took a foreboding step forward. It seemed Romek had been on Trillume long enough to forget that he was indeed not a trill himself, and the old queen was known to take what she wanted without much diplomacy if diplomacy didn't match her wants. Princess Klemon was the future that kept our planet prosperous, and my mother knew that the price of keeping that loyalty strong would be to support her desire to have humans officially in the Galactic Alliance, and not simply a planet owned by the trill.
We were no different under the rule of the trill queen, and it was only because of our undesirable planet's surface that the unGor did well diplomatically. The trill disliked the harsh wind on their scales, and they disliked being underground.
"I have not forgotten," Romek growled back. "It was a warning that there will be some that would rather kill you than allow youto attend the next Council and throw your new title around with the intention of promoting humans."
"What do you suggest then?" Vaquel snapped with irritation.
He was even more invested in solving this than I was after he won the har fruit duel, but only after each of us failed equally many times and he was just more prepared with a scent neutralizer so he wasn't impaired in the next rounds. I still claim the results were cheating when both Pheyal and myself had more trouble avoiding bursting the sacks, distracted with the putrid scent.
"You should stay at the Blue District pods. They have the highest security on the planet, even better than the palace in Central Trillume. Not bad entertainment while you wait to claim your title and face the Council either."
"We will follow your advice," Pheyal agreed.
"No, not you," Romek objected, and Pheyal growled at him in response.
