skimmer, and to her surprise, Meiron settled into the pilot’s seat.
“You can fly?”
“I can pilot a skimmer, yes.” He chuckled.
She sighed and wadded her bag into a storage compartment. She settled next to him and strapped in.
The ceiling of the hangar slid back, and they took off.
Their conversation was oddly work related, but she enjoyed it. When they arrived, the staff greeted them with the same graceful charm that Bella had experienced at home with Yimra.
When she had that realization, she looked around to see if anyone else had noticed her personal shock. She thought of the other manor as home. It had taken less than a week and she was already attaching the thought of home to living with Meiron.
Liosha smiled softly at her. “You were a thousand miles away.”
“I just had a realization. Now, what do you think this club needs to provide you to make you happy?”
They were sitting in the staff dining room, and Bella did what she did best, she took notes and she listened.
She was called to Meiron’s office in the afternoon, and he was all business for once.
“We need to do a quick tour to the other clubs.”
Bella nodded. “Right. When?”
“This afternoon we will leave and head to the next property, and we should have completed our travels in three days.”
“Oh, good. The folks here seem to have the same concerns that they do at home.”
He gave her a slow smile. “Home?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Yes, I think of it as home. Now, what do we need to get done here before we move along?”
“Have you met most of the staff?”
“I have.”
“Then, we are good. We can move on.” He got up and escorted her to the door.
To her surprise, he was serious. They took their leave of Liosha and the rest of the staff at the Face-to-Face Club.
The third visit finally gave her the answer she was looking for. As long as they were on business, the order to return her to the capitol could not be put into effect.
“When were you going to tell me?” She was rubbing her forehead.
“Right before we landed at home. I arranged the registrar to make his way to the manor, and we will be arriving within a few hours of him. He will meet us at the airfield.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose. “So that is the reason for this tour?”
He shrugged. “More or less.”
“Wouldn’t we have been better off to remain there and just get a local registrar?”
“They were under orders not to do it. We had to travel and make it look normal.” He grimaced.
Bella sighed. “Why don’t we just get registered here?”
Meiron blinked. “Here?”
“Sure. We can still do it when we get back to the manor, but if you want to remain a couple, steps need to be taken.”
He nodded grimly. “Right. Give me a moment.”
Meiron made a call, and she stood with her hands folded in front of her and her summer-weight gown floating idly in the breeze coming through the open windows.
An hour later, she was standing next to Meiron and their blood was being registered as they formalized their vows.
Crossing the universe for a green-card marriage had not been what Bella had in mind, but as she looked into Meiron’s eyes, she suspected that this was what her recruiter had had in mind all along.
Epilogue
Recruiter Norz stepped into his charging station. At the Lunar Base, Minerva Twill rubbed her forehead and prepared to animate another one of the dolls somewhere in the world.
A group of Ontex had volunteered to help with recruitment, but the human race was still petrified of aliens on their planet. A projected consciousness was the best option, but Ontex were not skilled at it. Minerva had volunteered to help with the project, leaving her Citadel and splitting her mind into different segments that could run the dolls. If one was killed or injured, they could simply activate another.
She was Recruiter Norz every three hours, all around the globe. The Tival who guarded her only knew that
“You can fly?”
“I can pilot a skimmer, yes.” He chuckled.
She sighed and wadded her bag into a storage compartment. She settled next to him and strapped in.
The ceiling of the hangar slid back, and they took off.
Their conversation was oddly work related, but she enjoyed it. When they arrived, the staff greeted them with the same graceful charm that Bella had experienced at home with Yimra.
When she had that realization, she looked around to see if anyone else had noticed her personal shock. She thought of the other manor as home. It had taken less than a week and she was already attaching the thought of home to living with Meiron.
Liosha smiled softly at her. “You were a thousand miles away.”
“I just had a realization. Now, what do you think this club needs to provide you to make you happy?”
They were sitting in the staff dining room, and Bella did what she did best, she took notes and she listened.
She was called to Meiron’s office in the afternoon, and he was all business for once.
“We need to do a quick tour to the other clubs.”
Bella nodded. “Right. When?”
“This afternoon we will leave and head to the next property, and we should have completed our travels in three days.”
“Oh, good. The folks here seem to have the same concerns that they do at home.”
He gave her a slow smile. “Home?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Yes, I think of it as home. Now, what do we need to get done here before we move along?”
“Have you met most of the staff?”
“I have.”
“Then, we are good. We can move on.” He got up and escorted her to the door.
To her surprise, he was serious. They took their leave of Liosha and the rest of the staff at the Face-to-Face Club.
The third visit finally gave her the answer she was looking for. As long as they were on business, the order to return her to the capitol could not be put into effect.
“When were you going to tell me?” She was rubbing her forehead.
“Right before we landed at home. I arranged the registrar to make his way to the manor, and we will be arriving within a few hours of him. He will meet us at the airfield.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose. “So that is the reason for this tour?”
He shrugged. “More or less.”
“Wouldn’t we have been better off to remain there and just get a local registrar?”
“They were under orders not to do it. We had to travel and make it look normal.” He grimaced.
Bella sighed. “Why don’t we just get registered here?”
Meiron blinked. “Here?”
“Sure. We can still do it when we get back to the manor, but if you want to remain a couple, steps need to be taken.”
He nodded grimly. “Right. Give me a moment.”
Meiron made a call, and she stood with her hands folded in front of her and her summer-weight gown floating idly in the breeze coming through the open windows.
An hour later, she was standing next to Meiron and their blood was being registered as they formalized their vows.
Crossing the universe for a green-card marriage had not been what Bella had in mind, but as she looked into Meiron’s eyes, she suspected that this was what her recruiter had had in mind all along.
Epilogue
Recruiter Norz stepped into his charging station. At the Lunar Base, Minerva Twill rubbed her forehead and prepared to animate another one of the dolls somewhere in the world.
A group of Ontex had volunteered to help with recruitment, but the human race was still petrified of aliens on their planet. A projected consciousness was the best option, but Ontex were not skilled at it. Minerva had volunteered to help with the project, leaving her Citadel and splitting her mind into different segments that could run the dolls. If one was killed or injured, they could simply activate another.
She was Recruiter Norz every three hours, all around the globe. The Tival who guarded her only knew that
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