Her Alien Commander
“Her ribs throbbed where the odious little Galeian had attacked her and she probed her bruises gingerly. Her head ached from the trauma of the transport to this ship. She hated molecular transport systems; they made her nauseous and her stomach roiled from the experience. She might have thrown up were it not for the fact she’d eaten almost nothing for weeks. The journey had been mercifully short, no more than a few par-beats, but the heat so intense she had been sure her hair had caught fire. She had remembered the alien’s terse instructions to her though, and had clung to the solid form of his muscled body.Now, from what she had managed to make out from the furious row between her previous captors and the current one, she was headed for another cell. The brig on this ship would no doubt offer better accommodations than those provided for her on the planet, but a prison was still a prison.He took a sharp left and she scurried along in his wake. The alien, clearly the commander of this ...vessel, paused to check something on one of the small screens set into the corridors at regular intervals.MoreLess
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