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Authors: Isabel Wroth
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moving the scan to show her one of the three barren moons that would have been closest to them, and then a red dot to show her where the Aria had been lost. "We downloaded all the information from your ship's computer, and there would have been no way for your deep space sensors to pick up even this moon. They had not the strength to reach this distance. You would have passed this system by in two of your earth weeks."
That mildly depressed her and made her wonder how many viable planets they had passed because their ships sensors weren't strong enough to detect them. Made her wonder if the Aria, and the other ships carrying what was left of the human race, were just doomed to float around in space, indefinitely. "I have gained permission from the Sarazen ruling council, to share the frequencies and information of your people's vessels, among the armada and have commanded three of our smaller deep space vessels to attempt to locate the remaining ships of your kind. I can give no assurances that anything will come of it, but we will try."
"That's very generous, Tarek. Thank you." She murmured, not quite knowing what to say, or how she felt. A bit overwhelmed, she focused on staring at the planets revolving around in front of her. "Which one is Saraz?"
He waved his hand, flicked his fingers really, and all the planets save for one, disappeared, leaving the giant pinkish green planet with two moons circling it, hanging in the space between them. She bit into her lip and tried to mimic his movements to enlarge the image, delighted when the hologram responded and turned this way and that in response to the touches of her fingertip. "You are my one, Clary." he finally said, breaking the tense silence, and she could suddenly hear the blood pounding in her veins, how every hair on her body responded and stood on end at the low rumble of his voice. "It is my privilege now to ensure your health and your happiness. I should allow you to think my armada searches for your people, because I wish to please you. And though my desire to please you is great, it is not only at your pleasure that we will look for your people."
She looked up and met his eyes, glowing gold in the dim light, like someone had lit a flame behind his irises. It made her blood thicken and tingles race up from her toes to spark in her belly. "My people are warriors, males and females alike, our kind predatory and aggressive, and by our...biological prerogative, as you say, we take only one mate. We have millions spread out over these fifteen planets, our population grows at a slow, but steady rate, and twice during our years, there are breeding festivals where the unmated go to seek out their one. We know them by scent, and all it takes is one moment, one hint of your mate's flesh to know that indeed they are yours. But it sometimes takes as many as a hundred breeding festivals, traveling from planet to planet, festival to festival, seeking our one. Every warrior in my armada is unmated, and have attended more than ten festivals."
She goggled at that number, "Three hundred thousand males?" He inclined his head, and she did a bit more math, frowning over what she knew of their yearly cycle. He had told her that one of her earth years was the equivalent of a third of their year. It took their planet almost nine hundred days to revolve around their sun, because it was so large. So twice every three years..."Tarek, how old are you?" His head tilted and a small frown pulled between his brows while he thought. "Eleven hundred, of your earth years."
Her jaw hit the deck, and his lips canted up at the corners, "This surprises you,"
"Um, yeah! Humans have a hundred year lifespan, if that. Eleven hundred…How many breeding festivals have you attended?"
"Two, each year since I came of age. I have lost count, and I had lost faith that I would ever be gifted with a mate. I know of a handful of others older than I who have gone without finding their one. And
That mildly depressed her and made her wonder how many viable planets they had passed because their ships sensors weren't strong enough to detect them. Made her wonder if the Aria, and the other ships carrying what was left of the human race, were just doomed to float around in space, indefinitely. "I have gained permission from the Sarazen ruling council, to share the frequencies and information of your people's vessels, among the armada and have commanded three of our smaller deep space vessels to attempt to locate the remaining ships of your kind. I can give no assurances that anything will come of it, but we will try."
"That's very generous, Tarek. Thank you." She murmured, not quite knowing what to say, or how she felt. A bit overwhelmed, she focused on staring at the planets revolving around in front of her. "Which one is Saraz?"
He waved his hand, flicked his fingers really, and all the planets save for one, disappeared, leaving the giant pinkish green planet with two moons circling it, hanging in the space between them. She bit into her lip and tried to mimic his movements to enlarge the image, delighted when the hologram responded and turned this way and that in response to the touches of her fingertip. "You are my one, Clary." he finally said, breaking the tense silence, and she could suddenly hear the blood pounding in her veins, how every hair on her body responded and stood on end at the low rumble of his voice. "It is my privilege now to ensure your health and your happiness. I should allow you to think my armada searches for your people, because I wish to please you. And though my desire to please you is great, it is not only at your pleasure that we will look for your people."
She looked up and met his eyes, glowing gold in the dim light, like someone had lit a flame behind his irises. It made her blood thicken and tingles race up from her toes to spark in her belly. "My people are warriors, males and females alike, our kind predatory and aggressive, and by our...biological prerogative, as you say, we take only one mate. We have millions spread out over these fifteen planets, our population grows at a slow, but steady rate, and twice during our years, there are breeding festivals where the unmated go to seek out their one. We know them by scent, and all it takes is one moment, one hint of your mate's flesh to know that indeed they are yours. But it sometimes takes as many as a hundred breeding festivals, traveling from planet to planet, festival to festival, seeking our one. Every warrior in my armada is unmated, and have attended more than ten festivals."
She goggled at that number, "Three hundred thousand males?" He inclined his head, and she did a bit more math, frowning over what she knew of their yearly cycle. He had told her that one of her earth years was the equivalent of a third of their year. It took their planet almost nine hundred days to revolve around their sun, because it was so large. So twice every three years..."Tarek, how old are you?" His head tilted and a small frown pulled between his brows while he thought. "Eleven hundred, of your earth years."
Her jaw hit the deck, and his lips canted up at the corners, "This surprises you,"
"Um, yeah! Humans have a hundred year lifespan, if that. Eleven hundred…How many breeding festivals have you attended?"
"Two, each year since I came of age. I have lost count, and I had lost faith that I would ever be gifted with a mate. I know of a handful of others older than I who have gone without finding their one. And
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