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fear clenched her guts. “Soren, what happened to the original owner of this ship?”
“The Trepnils ate him.”
Oh.
“Thank god. I mean,” she waved her hand. “That’s terrible for him, but that means he didn’t have a chance to report this craft stolen. The worst we’ll run into now is scouts, if his family is looking for him. Scouts are easy to avoid.”
Soren soaked this in.
“Control tower here, please state your business.”
This time Lucia did groan with loathing at the sound of Za.
“Yesterday I sought refuge on your planet and I would like to know if the Trepnil’s ship, my pursuer, is still within Sanru rotation space.”
A few moments of static popped through the speakers around them.
“No ships are currently in Sanru rotation space. You are free to leave when you wish.”
“Thank you, that is all.”
“Safe travels.”
“Wade, autopilot us out of here please. Resume original course to Dor Nye.”
“Yes captain.”
Lu relaxed against the seat, relieved the Treps decided to give up. The fear wasn’t completely gone, however. Who’s to say they aren’t lurking somewhere on the outskirts with stealth tech? She didn’t think Treps had stealth tech, but they were pirates. They’d stolen almost every piece of tech they owned.
The craft’s engines purred to life and they slowly began ascending. The village that had welcomed them grew smaller and smaller until they were just specs among purple fields, and then they were swallowed by the planets strange green clouds.
****
The next six days went by in a blur. Lucia tried her best to avoid Soren, and he didn’t push. The only time she contemplated seeking him out was when she needed to apply the salve. It was a pain in the ass, literally, to apply it on her own but the possibility of what that may lead to kept her far away. Being confined on the ship with him after that night was starting to wear on her psyche. Part of her wanted to discuss it, the female part of her that needed to analyze everything and pick it apart just to put it back together again. Another part of her just wanted to do it again.
That’s the part she was most afraid of. She’d find her eyes wandering from the adventure novel she found in the office, to wherever Soren happened to be. I’m such a creeper, she’d chastise herself and look away to pummel her brain. It would last for .03 seconds before her amber gaze would sweep back to stare. He had to know.
How could he not? He’s a predator.
That much had been proven with the lome .
Oh yes, he’s a big, scary kitten.
You’re damn right.
The avoidance didn’t always work, though. The boredom would get so severe, and there was only so many times she could go roll around in the cargo hold, ooo’ing and ahh’ing over those YutYut tomes before she began contemplating space walking. A couple times they’d played charades, since there were no board games anywhere to be found on the ship and charades normally consisted of Soren blinking at her like she’d sprouted a second head. It was pitiful. Without other human beings around, she felt like the last of her people, lost in space.
They ate dehydrated space food together, if that counted. The rations were tasteless and pasty, unfit for the lowliest beast but Lucia didn’t want to eat up the cargo. Soren’s expression when the paste stuck to the roof of his mouth was priceless and while his tongue was working overtime in an effort to swallow, Lu had nearly pissed her spacesuit with an ugly guffawing; the kind of laughing that only a mother could love.
On the last day, after Wade announced they’d be landing on Dor Nye within the hour, Soren sought her out.
“What will happen to me when we reach Dor Nye?”
Lucia’s heart pitter-pattered.
“Well…” she swiveled the command chair in contemplative silence. “You’re free to go wherever you wish. You’re no longer a slave.”
“I am not your slave?”
“No,” she shook her head, figuring it
“The Trepnils ate him.”
Oh.
“Thank god. I mean,” she waved her hand. “That’s terrible for him, but that means he didn’t have a chance to report this craft stolen. The worst we’ll run into now is scouts, if his family is looking for him. Scouts are easy to avoid.”
Soren soaked this in.
“Control tower here, please state your business.”
This time Lucia did groan with loathing at the sound of Za.
“Yesterday I sought refuge on your planet and I would like to know if the Trepnil’s ship, my pursuer, is still within Sanru rotation space.”
A few moments of static popped through the speakers around them.
“No ships are currently in Sanru rotation space. You are free to leave when you wish.”
“Thank you, that is all.”
“Safe travels.”
“Wade, autopilot us out of here please. Resume original course to Dor Nye.”
“Yes captain.”
Lu relaxed against the seat, relieved the Treps decided to give up. The fear wasn’t completely gone, however. Who’s to say they aren’t lurking somewhere on the outskirts with stealth tech? She didn’t think Treps had stealth tech, but they were pirates. They’d stolen almost every piece of tech they owned.
The craft’s engines purred to life and they slowly began ascending. The village that had welcomed them grew smaller and smaller until they were just specs among purple fields, and then they were swallowed by the planets strange green clouds.
****
The next six days went by in a blur. Lucia tried her best to avoid Soren, and he didn’t push. The only time she contemplated seeking him out was when she needed to apply the salve. It was a pain in the ass, literally, to apply it on her own but the possibility of what that may lead to kept her far away. Being confined on the ship with him after that night was starting to wear on her psyche. Part of her wanted to discuss it, the female part of her that needed to analyze everything and pick it apart just to put it back together again. Another part of her just wanted to do it again.
That’s the part she was most afraid of. She’d find her eyes wandering from the adventure novel she found in the office, to wherever Soren happened to be. I’m such a creeper, she’d chastise herself and look away to pummel her brain. It would last for .03 seconds before her amber gaze would sweep back to stare. He had to know.
How could he not? He’s a predator.
That much had been proven with the lome .
Oh yes, he’s a big, scary kitten.
You’re damn right.
The avoidance didn’t always work, though. The boredom would get so severe, and there was only so many times she could go roll around in the cargo hold, ooo’ing and ahh’ing over those YutYut tomes before she began contemplating space walking. A couple times they’d played charades, since there were no board games anywhere to be found on the ship and charades normally consisted of Soren blinking at her like she’d sprouted a second head. It was pitiful. Without other human beings around, she felt like the last of her people, lost in space.
They ate dehydrated space food together, if that counted. The rations were tasteless and pasty, unfit for the lowliest beast but Lucia didn’t want to eat up the cargo. Soren’s expression when the paste stuck to the roof of his mouth was priceless and while his tongue was working overtime in an effort to swallow, Lu had nearly pissed her spacesuit with an ugly guffawing; the kind of laughing that only a mother could love.
On the last day, after Wade announced they’d be landing on Dor Nye within the hour, Soren sought her out.
“What will happen to me when we reach Dor Nye?”
Lucia’s heart pitter-pattered.
“Well…” she swiveled the command chair in contemplative silence. “You’re free to go wherever you wish. You’re no longer a slave.”
“I am not your slave?”
“No,” she shook her head, figuring it
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