Alien General's Baby: BBW Human - Alien Surprise Pregnancy SciFi Romance (Brion Brides)

by Vi Voxley

  As she stepped back on the huge warship, Naima excused herself, saying she needed to rest, which the general quickly agreed to. He hurried off, barking orders to make all haste for the Darnetta system now that the situation had escalated.

  Naima wandered back to her room, not even thinking of rest. The hours she'd spent on Laveden had changed everything and after weeks of lounging around, she suddenly felt like she had no time. The confirmation that her theory had been right was one issue. The need to find out what the Chali intended was the second.

  Now there was so much to do. And she had to do something to be able to ignore the deafening silence in her mind.

  What it all meant for her and Braen was third, but Naima couldn't bear to think about that. She'd been so concerned with making sure their relationship was real and not some alien mumbo-jumbo that the new development knocked her off guard.

  Her heart had given in to the general a long while ago, but it brought with it all the dangers she'd expected. Compared to the fear of hurting him, the fear of making a mistake was nothing.

  Kerven was waiting for her dutifully when Naima arrived, her temporary guards leaving her with the young warrior. She wondered if she'd ever not feel weird about a bunch of armed-to-the-teeth super soldiers following her, ready to lay down their lives for her.

  "Miss Jones," Kerven welcomed her. "Was the trip a success? I see you are no longer wearing the bracelet."

  "Yes," Naima said, smiling, trying to tell herself that it was a good thing she no longer had any awareness of the Fearless.

  Maybe if she kept repeating it to herself, she’d start really believing it.

  "Could you fetch Alona for me?"

  The warrior immediately tensed up, a deep frown on his face.

  "Yes, Miss Jones. Does the general know?"

  "I will tell him later," Naima said. "Call the android, please."

  Having said that, she jumped into the room and closed the doors before Kerven could protest. Experience had told her that while Brions were naturally inclined to follow the orders of their officers, they didn't do that well with potential disobedience. In situations where the consent of the general was dubious, it was better to quickly make herself scarce and not give the warrior a chance to bombard her with questions.

  From her screen, Naima watched with an amused grin as Kerven took a moment to consider and finally spoke something into his comm link. She retreated to what passed for her living room to wait, hoping she hadn't gotten any of them in too much trouble.

  After all, it had been Braen's idea that she befriend the android. Truth be told, Naima had no idea how to do that. It wasn't like she could start by finding out what they had in common or talk about guys or movies or the latest space gossip.

  No, she had another approach in mind. As much as Naima had met androids, they were very... single-minded. It was natural that artificial beings had no trouble computing their own beliefs and since nothing really surprised them, they weren't prone to change their minds.

  All she had to do was find a thread, tug on it and find out what Alona really thought.

  As she waited, Naima's mind drifted to the future. It was so natural to suddenly start planning for it, when there was bound to be a baby who relied on her for everything. The mere thought of her child brought a smile to her lips.

  If it's a girl, I'm going to call her Joy, she decided. Braen can pick the name if it's a boy, I think that's only fair.

  And just like that, she knew she was gone. Gone way too far to ever be able to leave the general. Every image of the future she conjured up had Braen in it, right there by her side, strong and solid and forever. Like the center of the galaxy, everything else seemed to revolve around him and Naima couldn't muster any strength to fight against what she'd desired for a while now.

  She’d just have to work out how she could give him as much as he was obviously willing to bestow upon her.

  The beeping of the door brought her out of the dreams with a start. She opened it and Alona entered, with Kerven right behind her.

  "Thank you," Naima said, nodding.

  Kerven didn't move. He didn't impose either, just stood where he'd stopped, staunchly. There was deep resolve in his expression and she noticed he didn't take his eyes off the android for a second.

  Braen.

  "Leave us," Naima ordered, trying to mimic the firm, precise tone in which the general voiced his commands. "Alona isn't a threat to me."

  "I'm afraid that's not for you to decide, Miss Jones," Kerven replied. "In this case, the orders of the general were very clear. I mustn't leave you alone."

  Naima was about to protest and say quite a few things on her mind about her rights, but Alona was smiling. At first, she was caught off-guard by the action, thinking the Chali were finally ready to reveal their plans – whatever those may be. Instinctively, Naima backed away, her hands covering her belly, but then she got a good look of Alona's face. The smile wasn't cruel or calculating as she'd assumed.

  It was sad.

  "I understand," the android said with her soft voice, addressing the warrior. "I didn't expect anything less from General Braen. What were your commands?"

  "Never to leave you alone with his gesha," Kerven replied without blinking an eye.

  Naima badly wanted to roll hers, but she resisted. From the first moment, she'd liked the android, but Braen had a point with his over-protectiveness. She didn't really know Alona and only a minute ago she'd jumped away like she'd been bitten, afraid it would attack her and the baby.

  Clearly, there were some trust issues.

  "Very well," Alona said. "We will do as your general commands. I have nothing to hide."

  "I don't like this," Naima cut in. "I can speak to whoever I please."

  It was worth a shot.

  "Yes, Miss Jones. With the exception of possible agents of the enemy," Kerven deadpanned, clearly reluctant to be in the middle of it all.

  "It's okay," Alona said. "The general is concerned with your safety, as he should be. We can talk in the next room and the warrior can observe. That was your task, wasn't it? You can't leave us, but you don't have to listen in."

  Naima grinned victoriously, not entirely sure why she was so excited about the prospect of sitting in close quarters with a being that could no doubt kill her in many ways before Kerven could even move.

  The young warrior was clearly concerned with the same issue. Naima decided to put her foot down. There wasn't much she could do to make the android trust her, but trusting Alona in turn seemed to be the way to go.

  "Stay here," Naima told Kerven, sighing tiredly. "Not everything is a threat. The responsibility is mine."

  So far, Kerven had been courteous with her, very much so for a Brion. In that moment, however, the look in the warrior's blue eyes was almost angry.

  "I will stay as far away as I dare, but not an inch further. You still don't understand what a gesha is, Miss Jones. If the android harms you, nothing will fill the void in the general's heart. He could kill every Chali trader and all their toys, wipe out every last piece of proof of their existence, but no matter how much blood he spills, it is over.

  “You will be gone and no revenge will fix that. As for me, I will live for as long as he can delay my death, in agony and torture until I no longer remember what I did to deserve it."

  Naima didn't reply at once. She wasn't sure what to say.

  Except for: Okay, that got dark fast.

  "Fine," Naima said, walking away from him with Alona in tow.

  Her heart was beating a million miles a minute when she sat down on a low sofa, motioning for Alona to sit opposite her. She didn't think androids got tired, but it took some of the uncanniness away from it.

  In her heart, Naima knew she was being foolish, risking her life as well as that of her unborn child. Yet she had to trust in herself and the need for information was too great to play it safe. Brions, she thought, should understand. Great risk, great reward.

  "Tell me the
truth," she said, her voice shaking a little. "Right at this moment, could you kill me?"

  Naima had made sure her voice was as quiet as it could be. The fact that Kerven didn't wince told her they were far enough away even for the amazing Brion senses to catch her words.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the warrior looking like a statue. Fixed in place to run, spear at the ready, not moving a muscle. Kerven's eyes were fierce and the valor squares pulsed a nervous red.

  She was struck with the realization she'd managed the impossible and made a Brion warrior afraid. For her, for his life, for all of them.

  If Alona hurt her, would Braen be able to concentrate enough to kill the Fearless?

  The weight of the world seemed to drop on Naima's shoulders as the android tipped its head to one side slightly and knitted its brows.

  Is this helping or hurting him? she had to wonder.

  It could go either way, and that didn’t exactly instill confidence in her.

  "That is an odd question."

  "Maybe," Naima admitted, relieved Alona hadn't done it already. "I simply want to know."

  "Perhaps," the android replied with an almost disinterested tone. "That depends on many factors. Your guard is strong and fast. You are at a bad angle for me and I don't have weapons, but I suppose I could break your neck.

  “You might jump away, throw something between us to allow your guard to reach us. I'd say the chances are about fifty-fifty. Why do you ask? Do you think I was sent here to harm you?"

  Alright. That was definitely honest enough.

  "Erm," Naima said, nodding her head in acceptance. "Well, I suppose I did ask for honesty. Thank you for that."

  Whatever else she thought of the Chali, their technology truly was amazing. Alona's apologetic smile was so genuine and realistic that for a moment Naima even didn't notice that the android was a pearly white mechanical construct.

  "I sense you wanted me to lie," the android said.

  "A little," Naima admitted. "It's a Terran thing."

  She gazed at Alona, considering her options. In the battle against the Fearless, there was only so much she could do. She didn't possess a warship, nor anything close to Braen's martial capabilities. Naima was a Terran scientist, in way over her head and she had to fight with the tools she was given.

  Rationality and logic were her weapons and she would never be able to live with herself if she didn’t try to use them to gain some kind of an advantage for Braen.

  "One more truth, then," she prompted. "Why are you here? Let me rephrase that. In your opinion, why are you here? Of all the androids the Chali and your mistress possess, why were you chosen to come to us?"

  It was the first time she saw surprise on Alona's face. The android shifted oddly, a twitch running through it. Naima's eyes flicked to Kerven. When the warrior took a step closer, she raised her hand, shaking her head quietly.

  "That was not the question I was expecting," the android admitted, somehow disturbed.

  There was no other word for it. Its gray eyes were shifting around in the eye sockets, for once utterly inhuman. Naima thought she could see the android figuring out something neither one of them were supposed to. She'd wanted a thread, but all of a sudden it seemed as though she'd cut through the entire web.

  "I don't know," Alona said, her soft voice cracking.

  Kerven took another step closer, bathing the room around them in such a deep crimson that Naima thought she'd stepped right into hell.

  "Mistress Sinetha is blocking my access to files containing my self-image," Alona went on, anger plain in its voice. "She's cutting me off from my emotional simulation core – Something's wrong. You're in danger! Call the gen-"

  Kerven was moving before the android finished the sentence. Without a second's hesitation, the warrior put himself between her and Alona, kicking the sofa Naima was sitting on away like it didn't weigh anything. Naima slid away, looking back just in time to see Sinetha taking over control.

  The android's kind features twisted in disappointed rage, the gaze piercing, trying to turn Naima to dust with its glare alone.

  She'd seen androids do that. What were the chances that Alona didn't have that built in?

  "You stupid little bitch!" Sinetha's voice roared across the room as the now remote controlled android jumped back from Kerven's first blow. "You were supposed to be a tame, useless hostage! Now you've ruined it! You've cost me a fortune! You have killed me! I will cut that brat from your belly –"

  That was all she could say before Kerven's next blow struck home. The Brion spear lodged itself firmly in Alona's midsection. Despite herself, Naima gasped in horror. Sinetha was a fucking maniac, but the android had tried to save her.

  Yet it looked like she didn't need to worry about Alona too much. The sharpest weapon in the world hadn't cut it in half and when Kerven pulled the spear back, the surprise was plain to see on his face.

  The Chali built their toys better than the Brions gave them credit for, it seemed. Naima couldn't help but wonder if Sinetha's boast about Alona being able to take on the warriors had not been a joke at all.

  With a roar, the possessed – she couldn't think of it in any other way – android jumped for her. After what she'd seen, Naima knew she didn't have long.

  Leaving Kerven to fend off Sinetha's furious charge, Naima dashed to the console embedded in every wall in the case of an emergency. She opened a link to the bridge.

  "Braen!" she screamed.

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  Braen

  Naima's scream echoed across the bridge.

  The general didn't wait to listen to the rest. His gesha's voice still pierced his ears when he ran out of the door and to her quarters. He saw the corridors and the hallways only as they flashed by, but they had never been so long. Braen's speed was such that he actually crashed into a few corners because he didn't have the time to slow for turns.

  Naima was in danger. It was all he knew, all he cared about. The tone of her voice had left no argument there.

  Braen was tempted to open a comm link to Kerven, but he didn't dare to distract his warrior in what had to be a fight for his gesha's life. At the background of her call, he'd heard noises of a clear battle.

  With every step he took, rage rose within him. Naima should have been safe on his ship, safe from anything that might harm her. That left only one possible answer as to her assailant.

  The hallway leading to Naima's rooms was filled with warriors, shouting over each other. The noise had been heard, but fighting inside personal quarters was uncomfortable and tight. All Brions knew numbers didn't win battles and none of them wanted to get in the way of whoever was still fighting inside.

  And there was definitely fighting going on, since Braen could hear Naima's voice and the clashing of metal.

  "Move!" he roared.

  The corridor emptied for him immediately, every warrior stepping out of the way, allowing Braen to pass.

  He crashed into the rooms, pushing through the broken doors with his bulk alone. His valor squares were pulsing angrily, emitting a low growl to match his temper.

  The general's eyes looked for Naima first. In battle, it would have been the wrong move, because the enemy always took priority, but nothing in the world mattered more than his gesha. Braen saw her at once, as well as the problem.

  The reason why his men hadn't taken the android down yet was simple.

  Alona was standing in front of Naima, a cruel smile on its lips. His gesha was standing, leaning against the wall, cradling a bleeding arm. Seeing her hurt made Braen's blood boil. If there was ever a moment when he couldn't let his fierce spirit get the better of him, that was it.

  "General," Kerven said, backing away from Alona to address him. "The Chali has taken over. The android is more durable than we predicted. The spears barely scratch it."

  Quick, straight-to-the-point, like a true Brion. It dissipated Braen's disappointment in him just a little. Nonetheless –

  "Are the spears brok
en?" he asked, eying the android who had firmly taken him in sights now.

  "No, sir."

  "Then you're not hitting hard enough."

  His voice was cool and collected, but the valor squares exposed the lie of it. It was hard to properly concentrate on anything when all Braen wanted was to jump at Alona and rip the android to pieces for ever daring to touch Naima.

  He pulled the heavy spear from its sheath, watching as the enemy's lifeless eyes traveled along the sharp blade. It was obvious that while Sinetha was finally revealing her hand, she didn't take it lightly. There was a reason why she was being careful despite the fact that losing Alona's current body wouldn't have been a big loss. The Chali could easily put the AI in a new body and be done with it.

  The fact that she needed the android to stay on his ship was noteworthy. As was the simple truth that Naima was still alive.

  Brions weren't known for their modesty, not by far, but their pride wasn't flawed. The title of the most powerful warriors in the galaxy was well earned, perhaps even too well. Nevertheless, it didn't make any of them immortal. Great generals had fallen and died, freak accidents had claimed the lives of men who'd deserved better, lesser men had won glories through sheer luck.

  No, Braen knew as well as anyone that no one in the galaxy was immune to the cold touch of death. Not even the Fearless, if he had any say in the matter.

  It was horrible to consider, but the general saw no use in lying to himself. Crouched against the wall, Naima was, for all intents and purposes, completely at the mercy of the enemy. Braen didn't believe Sinetha's boast about the android's proficiency for one moment, however the construct was clearly very fast to have bypassed Kerven. It only needed one well-aimed strike and yet it hadn't delivered it.

  He stepped closer, showing he had no fear. The android watched him come, wearing Sinetha's malicious grin. There was a long knife in its hand. Not a real weapon, utterly noteworthy, a simple piece of tableware – but it wasn't intended for the Brions. With a strong hand behind the blow, the android didn't need much more than an opportunity to kill Naima and their baby.