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Haun safe. I’ll do whatever I have to, just keep my brother safe.”
Chapter Four
“Viktor, I need you to break the food simulator,” Jarek ordered. He chuckled at the men’s stunned expressions of utter horror. “It needs to only materialize uncooked ingredients.”
“Have you gone mad?” Lucien protested, staring at his brother. “He’ll never get around to fixing it again.
We’ll starve!”
Viktor leaned over the table and threw a piece of Qurilixen blue bread at him. The food was a favorite amongst the crew. Lochlann had introduced it to them last time they were on the planet. “Ha ha, very funny.”
They were in the commons, a lounge area equipped with a viewing screen, gaming tables, couches and chairs. The men spent a lot of time there, when they didn’t want to be alone in their quarters. Lucien, Viktor, and Jackson leaned over the map with a hand held translator trying to read it. Dev watched quietly from behind, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed in concentration.
“No, our prisoner claims to be a royal chef,” Jarek said. “So, let’s see if she’s telling the truth. Evan, I’ll need you to watch her when she cooks. If she tries to poison us, you’ll sense it. Dev, go to the cargo hold and crack open that wilderness kit we salvaged. There should be some cooking utensils in there somewhere that she can use. If anything, this will keep her busy while we do repairs.” Lucien chuckled. “Your sister-by-marriage would be so proud to hear you stole from the Human Intelligence Agency.”
“Westole from them,” Jarek corrected, giving a meaningful nod. His oldest brother, King Kirill was married to Ulyssa, an ex-HIA agent. She didn’t talk about it to him too much, but from what he gathered, she had been one of their top agents. “And we didn’t steal it from HIA. It was the Exploratory Science Commission and we simply salvaged what wasn’t being used. Besides, ESC wasn’t doing anything with it on Sintaz.
It was just sitting there.”
“Blessed Stars! That planet was cold enough to steal the manhood from a libear,”Jackson swore. “If I never go back there, I’ll be a happy man.” “It’s not our fault you took Rick’s bet,” Lucien said. “You didn’t have to run out of the ship naked into that snowdrift.”
“Hey,”Jackson protested, his eyes widening innocently. “He paid me twenty space credits.”
“And you added new meaning to Rick’s Earth term, blue balls,” Lucien teased.
The men chuckled. Jarek looked down at the map, trying to memorize the lines as he listened to the others joke back and forth.
“But seriously here,” Lucien said. “What if she can’t cook? We’ll all starve.”
Viktor grimaced at his brother.
“Well, I guess that will make you our new chef,” Jarek told Lucien, laughing as he glanced up for a brief second. The map was hard to read. He didn’t recognize the markings as they didn’t resemble any map or chart he’d ever seen. It made sense. The Líntianese had isolated their culture for so long it was bound to be different and mysterious.
“We’ll all be poisoned for sure,”Jackson said dryly. Viktor and Jackson groaned, grabbing their stomachs. Lucien rolled his eyes and shouted, “Hey, I’m not that bad!”
“You’re not that good,” Viktor teased. “Or so the women complain.”
“At least leave it programmed to give out liquor,”Jackson suggested. “We should be studying the map,”
Dev reminded them sternly. He was the only one not joining into the ribbing.
“He’s right.” Jarek glanced up. “Any luck with the translator?”
“No,”Jackson said, placing his hands on the table. “It doesn’t recognize the symbols.” He pointed at a long line that moved through squares. “I’m guessing this is a river of some sort by its curves in relation to everything else that’s here, but without reading what it says, there is no way to be sure. These squares could be houses or
Chapter Four
“Viktor, I need you to break the food simulator,” Jarek ordered. He chuckled at the men’s stunned expressions of utter horror. “It needs to only materialize uncooked ingredients.”
“Have you gone mad?” Lucien protested, staring at his brother. “He’ll never get around to fixing it again.
We’ll starve!”
Viktor leaned over the table and threw a piece of Qurilixen blue bread at him. The food was a favorite amongst the crew. Lochlann had introduced it to them last time they were on the planet. “Ha ha, very funny.”
They were in the commons, a lounge area equipped with a viewing screen, gaming tables, couches and chairs. The men spent a lot of time there, when they didn’t want to be alone in their quarters. Lucien, Viktor, and Jackson leaned over the map with a hand held translator trying to read it. Dev watched quietly from behind, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed in concentration.
“No, our prisoner claims to be a royal chef,” Jarek said. “So, let’s see if she’s telling the truth. Evan, I’ll need you to watch her when she cooks. If she tries to poison us, you’ll sense it. Dev, go to the cargo hold and crack open that wilderness kit we salvaged. There should be some cooking utensils in there somewhere that she can use. If anything, this will keep her busy while we do repairs.” Lucien chuckled. “Your sister-by-marriage would be so proud to hear you stole from the Human Intelligence Agency.”
“Westole from them,” Jarek corrected, giving a meaningful nod. His oldest brother, King Kirill was married to Ulyssa, an ex-HIA agent. She didn’t talk about it to him too much, but from what he gathered, she had been one of their top agents. “And we didn’t steal it from HIA. It was the Exploratory Science Commission and we simply salvaged what wasn’t being used. Besides, ESC wasn’t doing anything with it on Sintaz.
It was just sitting there.”
“Blessed Stars! That planet was cold enough to steal the manhood from a libear,”Jackson swore. “If I never go back there, I’ll be a happy man.” “It’s not our fault you took Rick’s bet,” Lucien said. “You didn’t have to run out of the ship naked into that snowdrift.”
“Hey,”Jackson protested, his eyes widening innocently. “He paid me twenty space credits.”
“And you added new meaning to Rick’s Earth term, blue balls,” Lucien teased.
The men chuckled. Jarek looked down at the map, trying to memorize the lines as he listened to the others joke back and forth.
“But seriously here,” Lucien said. “What if she can’t cook? We’ll all starve.”
Viktor grimaced at his brother.
“Well, I guess that will make you our new chef,” Jarek told Lucien, laughing as he glanced up for a brief second. The map was hard to read. He didn’t recognize the markings as they didn’t resemble any map or chart he’d ever seen. It made sense. The Líntianese had isolated their culture for so long it was bound to be different and mysterious.
“We’ll all be poisoned for sure,”Jackson said dryly. Viktor and Jackson groaned, grabbing their stomachs. Lucien rolled his eyes and shouted, “Hey, I’m not that bad!”
“You’re not that good,” Viktor teased. “Or so the women complain.”
“At least leave it programmed to give out liquor,”Jackson suggested. “We should be studying the map,”
Dev reminded them sternly. He was the only one not joining into the ribbing.
“He’s right.” Jarek glanced up. “Any luck with the translator?”
“No,”Jackson said, placing his hands on the table. “It doesn’t recognize the symbols.” He pointed at a long line that moved through squares. “I’m guessing this is a river of some sort by its curves in relation to everything else that’s here, but without reading what it says, there is no way to be sure. These squares could be houses or
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