the retinal scanner. She helped the commando position the dead Supe’s head where the system could take a picture of its eyeball. One of the COBRA adepts looked over for a moment, without commenting.
“Please warm up the arm of the dead Supe,” Leona said to the same wolf, “and bring it over to me at this other scanner, so I can do a scan of the alien’s hand.”
The thought occurred to her that in this situation, they were all aliens now. She pouted a little and the commando werewolf made a kind of shrug. She nodded and their eyes met.
There was a thump and then a growl from Thor. So far his lesson was not going well.
The commando wolf brought the arm to Leona. It smelled like cooked chicken, and the werewolf looked hungry. Leona hoped this procedure with the eyeball and hand worked, or there might be alarm bells going off somewhere. She held up the hand and scanned it. And—waiting, waiting—aha! It worked! Although the system told her that Mixaucnnhet was running a fever and should have the auto-doc help him before it got worse, the system accepted the dead Supe’s ID.
Another thump and a yelp of pain came from Thor. Leona wondered how bad his thoughts could be if he was willing to put up with this much pain to conceal them? Comes under the heading of “things a wife should not know,” she thought, and went back to her tasks.
Leona decided to contact the COBRA commander. “Hello, Commander, it’s Leona. Did you make it to the room?” she asked.
“Yes, Mrs.—Leona, we have arrived, and there are a lot of weapons here. However, I do not see any way of getting them out of here without a great deal of firepower. I do not think we can get enough wolves in here to start a firefight to bring them out. We would be fighting every other wolf on the ship in a matter of minutes if we tried that,” thought Commander Gupta.
“Commander, can you tell me the designations of the lots with the weapons in them?” asked Leona.
“That I can most certainly do,” said the commander.
Suddenly there was a fight in the corner of the conversion chamber. Thor had gotten hit one too many times, and wolf temper—not being known for restraint—had flared up. The other wolves that were soundly asleep at the start of the fight were wide-awake in an instant, and they all ran to join the fray. The whole scuffle got sorted out soon enough when the initial energy of the pack died down.
“It’s a good thing you guys heal quickly,” Leona said, noting tufts of reddish wolf fur and blood littering the chamber floor. “OK, I need all the wolves lined up over here.” She motioned along one of the chamber walls.
None of the commandos uttered any kind of protest. The werewolves lined up and Leona started scanning them, the same way Thor had been scanned before. Some of the COBRA werewolves eyed her askance, but the system did not pick up any kind of comment.
Once they were scanned, Arjun went back to training Thor, and Vihaan returned to Mary’s side and the conversion table holding Will.
Leona then started working with the Canadians. She tested them to see if any of them could work the system telepathically. As it turned out, Ashley Murray had some aptitude in this area. Leona showed her how to make standard slave garments for her group. This was something Leona herself had only just discovered. They knew that they had achieved success when lime green smocks came pouring out of a hopper on the inner wall of the lab.
The Canadians put on the garments. They were still barefoot.
While Ashley was making the slave garments, Leona discovered that there was coffee on board the ship. She puzzled over this at first. Then it made sense to her. These aliens were basically pirate raiders, taking everything they could from a planet—so why not take coffee. They might be able to sell it somewhere.
When Ashley was done with the clothes Leona showed her how to work the auto-feeders. The wolves already knew how to use those and looked
“Please warm up the arm of the dead Supe,” Leona said to the same wolf, “and bring it over to me at this other scanner, so I can do a scan of the alien’s hand.”
The thought occurred to her that in this situation, they were all aliens now. She pouted a little and the commando werewolf made a kind of shrug. She nodded and their eyes met.
There was a thump and then a growl from Thor. So far his lesson was not going well.
The commando wolf brought the arm to Leona. It smelled like cooked chicken, and the werewolf looked hungry. Leona hoped this procedure with the eyeball and hand worked, or there might be alarm bells going off somewhere. She held up the hand and scanned it. And—waiting, waiting—aha! It worked! Although the system told her that Mixaucnnhet was running a fever and should have the auto-doc help him before it got worse, the system accepted the dead Supe’s ID.
Another thump and a yelp of pain came from Thor. Leona wondered how bad his thoughts could be if he was willing to put up with this much pain to conceal them? Comes under the heading of “things a wife should not know,” she thought, and went back to her tasks.
Leona decided to contact the COBRA commander. “Hello, Commander, it’s Leona. Did you make it to the room?” she asked.
“Yes, Mrs.—Leona, we have arrived, and there are a lot of weapons here. However, I do not see any way of getting them out of here without a great deal of firepower. I do not think we can get enough wolves in here to start a firefight to bring them out. We would be fighting every other wolf on the ship in a matter of minutes if we tried that,” thought Commander Gupta.
“Commander, can you tell me the designations of the lots with the weapons in them?” asked Leona.
“That I can most certainly do,” said the commander.
Suddenly there was a fight in the corner of the conversion chamber. Thor had gotten hit one too many times, and wolf temper—not being known for restraint—had flared up. The other wolves that were soundly asleep at the start of the fight were wide-awake in an instant, and they all ran to join the fray. The whole scuffle got sorted out soon enough when the initial energy of the pack died down.
“It’s a good thing you guys heal quickly,” Leona said, noting tufts of reddish wolf fur and blood littering the chamber floor. “OK, I need all the wolves lined up over here.” She motioned along one of the chamber walls.
None of the commandos uttered any kind of protest. The werewolves lined up and Leona started scanning them, the same way Thor had been scanned before. Some of the COBRA werewolves eyed her askance, but the system did not pick up any kind of comment.
Once they were scanned, Arjun went back to training Thor, and Vihaan returned to Mary’s side and the conversion table holding Will.
Leona then started working with the Canadians. She tested them to see if any of them could work the system telepathically. As it turned out, Ashley Murray had some aptitude in this area. Leona showed her how to make standard slave garments for her group. This was something Leona herself had only just discovered. They knew that they had achieved success when lime green smocks came pouring out of a hopper on the inner wall of the lab.
The Canadians put on the garments. They were still barefoot.
While Ashley was making the slave garments, Leona discovered that there was coffee on board the ship. She puzzled over this at first. Then it made sense to her. These aliens were basically pirate raiders, taking everything they could from a planet—so why not take coffee. They might be able to sell it somewhere.
When Ashley was done with the clothes Leona showed her how to work the auto-feeders. The wolves already knew how to use those and looked
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