Page 59 of Keeping Freya
His wrist com starts beeping with an incoming transmission, and when he answers, I see the face of one of his crewmate appear in a holographic image.
“You picked the wrong day to receive guests, my friend. This weather is terrible. Is there a good place to land here?”
He chuckles. “Not without the best pilot.”
They both stare at each other, and it feels like some secret conversation is being held.
“There is a landing spot just at my side. It is higher up, and an archway leads you down to us,” T’Rak instructs him.
“Thank you, we will be there shortly.”
T’Rak
The thunderof the storms drowns out any noise, but I know the moment the ship touches the ground. My connection with D’Var and O’Rec starts flaring, and I feel grounded again.
“Did you make it alright?”I try our mental connection.
“We did, Captain, should we leave the females inside?”
“Only if they do not want to get wet. The High Commander is eliminated, and there are no further threats here.”
Amusement courses through the bond, and I look at my mate, who is still petting and cooing the felines.
“Backup has arrived.”
She straightens and yawns. “What do we do now?”
“We go to the settlement and talk with the Sternotheri female.”
“Aneetha,” Fr’Ya adds.
I nod. “Aneetha. Then we decide what to do next. If they want to stay here or if there are better options for them. At least they are free of the High Commander and should know that.”
She sighs, and I pull her into my arms.
“Captain!”
“T’Rak!”
I hear my crew yelling and take my mate to greet them.
“That is some nasty weather here,” L’Ren says, completely soaked but smiling. Marra looks around in wonder, sparks in her eyes. She grew up in space with the Sternotheri and has not seen much of the Galaxy.
“This way.” I lead them towards the cave and the stairway. I will catch them up out of the storm.
“This stairway leads to a plane where a small settlement is located.” I start. “A Sternotheri settlement.”
Marra pales, and L’Ren stands a bit closer to D’Var.
“They are friendly!” Fr’Ya rushes in to aid me. “There’s only women and children. They cared for me when I was sick and…”
“You were sick?” I interrupt her, but she waves me off.
“Just a minor concussion, the first evening was the worst, but it is much better today. Anyway, the women are friendly; they helped me, and the kids did nothing wrong. Life hasn’t been easy for them either.”
The felines pick out this moment to join us in the cave, rubbing themselves on Fr’Ya’s legs.
“What are those!” Marra exclaims, and L’Ren looks delighted.
