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front of his viewing monitors. His morning would begin early and he knew he should be resting up for the secondary rounds not spying on the E’rth woman, but logic seemed to hold no place with him where she was concerned.
He turned on the monitor, relaxing as he saw her re-enter the room from her balcony. She moved about her chambers as if familiarizing herself with all its offerings. His sister’s report of the day’s events were promising. Their guest appeared to be very receptive in learning about her new home world.
Good, the quicker she accepted her life the easier it would be for her to adjust. As Remar convinced himself to turn off the monitor he saw the E’rth woman do the unexpected and leave her room. On full alert he switched to exterior viewers to see what she was about. If she breached the common areas leading to the entrance his guards were instructed to intervene. Perhaps it was foolhardiness on his part to not have her room sealed but he wanted her to feel free. For long moments he was baffled by the direction she took. She couldn’t be headed to the cook room, or trying to make her way to the entrance.
So, where was she going…
The thought faded as he saw her cross the walkway into his private area. Was she lost or purposefully seeking him out? He suppressed the latter thought as foolishness and surged from his chairs determined to see exactly what she was about, first hand.
***
It was so quiet.
Too quiet in fact.
She almost wished her bare feet would make some type of noise against the hard, cool surface of the marble like flooring. Maybe then she could shake off the strange sensation of being watched. Dallas almost groaned when it dawned on her there might be hidden cameras all around. They were obviously a technologically advanced race, basic monitoring devices shouldn’t be a problem for them and offered a reason why no guard had been posted outside her door. Were they somewhere observing her right now? If so why hadn’t someone tried to stop her yet? It was more than daunting to think at any moment a squadron of the giants could come pouring into the halls in pursuit of her breaching a secure area.
Dallas quickened her pace, looking cautiously behind her for any sign of an approaching horde.
Stop being paranoid, you’d hear them long before they reached you .
At least she hoped that was the case.
The pep talk only helped a little.
For brief moments she contemplated going back to her room but quickly decided against it. She’d come too far to turn around. Dallas picked up her pace determined not to let her courage falter. If the High Commander was the only one who could stop the complete destruction of her ship then she had to see him as soon as possible no matter the risk.
As she ventured deeper into the hall the lighting dimmed even further. Soft light filtered from electric wall lanterns that resembled crude torches, a perfect blend of the primitive and technological dichotomy she’d witnessed over the course of the day. Her pace slowed to more cautious steps as she passed every darkened nook with suspicion. In the distance a set of double doors came into view to her left, but the corridor stretched on beyond them. She paused in query over whether to try them.
A name tag wouldn’t hurt , her subconscious complained as if it would matter one way or the other, from what she’d seen of the Chezarian written language she’d have better luck trying to translate chicken scratch. Faced with so much uncertainty her courage began to wane further even as her feet propelled her forward.
There was only the briefest of warnings before she found herself face to muscular chest with a guardsman. A startled screech escaped at the Chezarian’s sudden appearance. For long moments she stared dumbfounded at the intricate markings dominating the left side of his chest and upper arm. She made to take a step back trying to reach for the excuse that would hopefully prevent her from being tossed
He turned on the monitor, relaxing as he saw her re-enter the room from her balcony. She moved about her chambers as if familiarizing herself with all its offerings. His sister’s report of the day’s events were promising. Their guest appeared to be very receptive in learning about her new home world.
Good, the quicker she accepted her life the easier it would be for her to adjust. As Remar convinced himself to turn off the monitor he saw the E’rth woman do the unexpected and leave her room. On full alert he switched to exterior viewers to see what she was about. If she breached the common areas leading to the entrance his guards were instructed to intervene. Perhaps it was foolhardiness on his part to not have her room sealed but he wanted her to feel free. For long moments he was baffled by the direction she took. She couldn’t be headed to the cook room, or trying to make her way to the entrance.
So, where was she going…
The thought faded as he saw her cross the walkway into his private area. Was she lost or purposefully seeking him out? He suppressed the latter thought as foolishness and surged from his chairs determined to see exactly what she was about, first hand.
***
It was so quiet.
Too quiet in fact.
She almost wished her bare feet would make some type of noise against the hard, cool surface of the marble like flooring. Maybe then she could shake off the strange sensation of being watched. Dallas almost groaned when it dawned on her there might be hidden cameras all around. They were obviously a technologically advanced race, basic monitoring devices shouldn’t be a problem for them and offered a reason why no guard had been posted outside her door. Were they somewhere observing her right now? If so why hadn’t someone tried to stop her yet? It was more than daunting to think at any moment a squadron of the giants could come pouring into the halls in pursuit of her breaching a secure area.
Dallas quickened her pace, looking cautiously behind her for any sign of an approaching horde.
Stop being paranoid, you’d hear them long before they reached you .
At least she hoped that was the case.
The pep talk only helped a little.
For brief moments she contemplated going back to her room but quickly decided against it. She’d come too far to turn around. Dallas picked up her pace determined not to let her courage falter. If the High Commander was the only one who could stop the complete destruction of her ship then she had to see him as soon as possible no matter the risk.
As she ventured deeper into the hall the lighting dimmed even further. Soft light filtered from electric wall lanterns that resembled crude torches, a perfect blend of the primitive and technological dichotomy she’d witnessed over the course of the day. Her pace slowed to more cautious steps as she passed every darkened nook with suspicion. In the distance a set of double doors came into view to her left, but the corridor stretched on beyond them. She paused in query over whether to try them.
A name tag wouldn’t hurt , her subconscious complained as if it would matter one way or the other, from what she’d seen of the Chezarian written language she’d have better luck trying to translate chicken scratch. Faced with so much uncertainty her courage began to wane further even as her feet propelled her forward.
There was only the briefest of warnings before she found herself face to muscular chest with a guardsman. A startled screech escaped at the Chezarian’s sudden appearance. For long moments she stared dumbfounded at the intricate markings dominating the left side of his chest and upper arm. She made to take a step back trying to reach for the excuse that would hopefully prevent her from being tossed
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