When she lifted her hand to play with her locks Citun could see she wore no shirt; her smallish breasts were covered in beautiful intricate tattoos of the same florescent green. She wore the type of hide wrap Storm did around and between her legs and over her ass. She was taller than Storm, but breathtaking when she solidified for longer than a few seconds. Her hips were rounded, her waist tiny. A few of his warriors were definitely interested. The female’s gaze wasn’t just wary, she was scared shitless, and Citun realized these females hadn’t seen a male in a long time—at least not one that wasn’t trying to kill them.
It occurred to Citun then. These were terrified females. They didn’t care about his approval. They feared him and his warriors. He was looking at the situation all wrong. There was no reason for these aliens to be grateful he and his warriors had shown up. Storm wasn’t crazy about the idea either.
“This is Citun,” Storm began. “He’s leader of the northern Zargonnii. He came here searching for females to save and take back to his planet but ran into some trouble. The Gorgano are back.”
Storm was using different languages when she spoke to include everyone. Before long, her words were only in the Zargonnii language and the females nodded in understanding. Citun wondered if they were all exposed to the Gorgano at one time or if their ability was a natural understanding. Or, he pondered if Storm was giving them the ability to understand. Females were remarkable.
Citun’s warriors shifted, annoyed when she declared them to be in some trouble. His warriors feared no one. Two of his warriors were glowering; he didn’t blame them, they smelled like shit. It’s hard to be feared when you’re covered in crap. The warriors could wash on the ship. With the Gorgano around, Citun would take no chances with his warriors around water.
“Storm saved my life,” Citun said. His warriors looked surprised. So did Storm. “The Gorgano made me think I was drowning in a simple pond. If Storm hadn’t killed it, I would be dead.”
“Okay, I get it,” the two filthy warriors said in unison. Citun should have explained his reasoning for not stopping to wash sooner, but they were in a hurry.
“You killed it?” The flickering female, Lano, wailed. “They’ll come for us for certain. We’re doomed. Another alien to hunt us and kill us. The Cono will come after us again.”
“Not if I leave on the Zargonnii vessel,” Storm said. “If I go with these warriors, the Gorgano will follow, and you’ll all be safe. The aliens only want females they feel are compatible to Castians or can mind-battle. None of you can mind-battle even though you have your own defense of shutting the Gorgano out. You all have the ability to learn different languages at an amazing rate. I’m not sure any of you are compatible with Castians or Tonans. My question is, do any of you want to go with me? Citun has promised to place me in a shuttle to return. They need a female human to battle the Gorgano. If I take the warriors home, I can lead the aliens away. The rest of you will be safe, so will the planet. The Cono will settle. We can return to a life of quiet acceptance. We can make this place a home.”
There was a great deal of muttering and some shuffling. One by one, the females apologized but refused to leave. Citun was relieved; his warriors looked relieved. Many females voiced a shuttle wouldn’t be able to accommodate them. From the looks of some, Citun knew they were correct. The snake female slipped in and out of a small water source repeatedly. The shifter was too large when she changed. The ebony powerhouse simply shook her head and continued to munch on raw meat, blood dripping down her chin. Citun shuddered, if the replicator failed Storm would be history named breakfast, lunch, dinner and snack.
“I’ll go with you.” A small voice piped up.
A female of average human height and weight stood alone.
It occurred to Citun then. These were terrified females. They didn’t care about his approval. They feared him and his warriors. He was looking at the situation all wrong. There was no reason for these aliens to be grateful he and his warriors had shown up. Storm wasn’t crazy about the idea either.
“This is Citun,” Storm began. “He’s leader of the northern Zargonnii. He came here searching for females to save and take back to his planet but ran into some trouble. The Gorgano are back.”
Storm was using different languages when she spoke to include everyone. Before long, her words were only in the Zargonnii language and the females nodded in understanding. Citun wondered if they were all exposed to the Gorgano at one time or if their ability was a natural understanding. Or, he pondered if Storm was giving them the ability to understand. Females were remarkable.
Citun’s warriors shifted, annoyed when she declared them to be in some trouble. His warriors feared no one. Two of his warriors were glowering; he didn’t blame them, they smelled like shit. It’s hard to be feared when you’re covered in crap. The warriors could wash on the ship. With the Gorgano around, Citun would take no chances with his warriors around water.
“Storm saved my life,” Citun said. His warriors looked surprised. So did Storm. “The Gorgano made me think I was drowning in a simple pond. If Storm hadn’t killed it, I would be dead.”
“Okay, I get it,” the two filthy warriors said in unison. Citun should have explained his reasoning for not stopping to wash sooner, but they were in a hurry.
“You killed it?” The flickering female, Lano, wailed. “They’ll come for us for certain. We’re doomed. Another alien to hunt us and kill us. The Cono will come after us again.”
“Not if I leave on the Zargonnii vessel,” Storm said. “If I go with these warriors, the Gorgano will follow, and you’ll all be safe. The aliens only want females they feel are compatible to Castians or can mind-battle. None of you can mind-battle even though you have your own defense of shutting the Gorgano out. You all have the ability to learn different languages at an amazing rate. I’m not sure any of you are compatible with Castians or Tonans. My question is, do any of you want to go with me? Citun has promised to place me in a shuttle to return. They need a female human to battle the Gorgano. If I take the warriors home, I can lead the aliens away. The rest of you will be safe, so will the planet. The Cono will settle. We can return to a life of quiet acceptance. We can make this place a home.”
There was a great deal of muttering and some shuffling. One by one, the females apologized but refused to leave. Citun was relieved; his warriors looked relieved. Many females voiced a shuttle wouldn’t be able to accommodate them. From the looks of some, Citun knew they were correct. The snake female slipped in and out of a small water source repeatedly. The shifter was too large when she changed. The ebony powerhouse simply shook her head and continued to munch on raw meat, blood dripping down her chin. Citun shuddered, if the replicator failed Storm would be history named breakfast, lunch, dinner and snack.
“I’ll go with you.” A small voice piped up.
A female of average human height and weight stood alone.
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