by Stella Sky
I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms in front of my chest. “Well?” I asked.
"No, I did not. Even though you were practically begging me for it. You gave me quite a show, a drunken striptease, if you will. It was quite humorous; thanks for the laughs. Now are you ready to get to work?"
"What?!” I shouted in response to him telling me that I stripped off my clothes in front of him. My angry reaction had a few employees look in my direction. I quieted down out of embarrassment as I stomped after the Drackon as he walked toward the elevator.
"What do you mean I gave you a show? And what do you mean it was funny? That's not exactly what a woman wants to hear about her naked body,” I angrily whispered to him.
He laughed in response and said, “We are going to the firing range. You also admitted in your drunken state that you have never been out in the field on a ship or on another planet. I refuse to have you as a partner unless you at least get a few hours of training on what it's like to actually be on the ship with a blaster gun and on another planet.”
"I trained with the blaster gun before,” I said to him angrily. The nerve of this jerk! He just kept going and going.
"Not like this. Are you coming or not?” he asked me. I sighed in resignation and followed him. Moments later, I found myself inside a ship simulator and Commander Handor was instructing me. He showed me how to aim in order to not hit vital areas of a ship. He taught me how to use the seats and various consoles and tables for cover; these were things that I had not been trained on before but thought would come to me easily. But it did make a difference to have a trained Drackon warrior showing me what to do. I was impressed with his maneuvers and various tricks. And he was right: I felt more confident after actually shooting a blaster gun inside the tight space of a spaceship, even a simulator one. It gave me more confidence and I felt ready for anything.
"That was not bad at all, rookie. You have good aim, but the training is nothing like the real thing. I hope you're ready because we leave in a matter of hours. Get some sleep tonight, not like the drunken show you did last night. You have to be rested and prepared. I'll see you at the launch in the morning,” Commander Handor said to me.
"Yes, I'll see you at the launch, and thanks for this,” I said. After he left, I went to see Alfonso. “I leave in the morning,” I said to him.
He gave me a big hug and said, “I'll miss you. Take care of yourself. It's a dangerous place out there; aliens are not humans.”
"Yes, I am finding that out with my new partner,” I said to him.
"Is he mean to you? If he is, let me know and I'll kick his ass,” he said to me playfully.
"No, not mean, just different. It takes some adjusting, but he does have some skills that will come in handy, and as the captain said, he knows space better than anyone. I need him,” I said, admitting to him what I would never admit to Commander Handor.
"Then I am glad that he will be at your side supporting you, backing you up. It's very dangerous to go into space, but to deal with criminals in space is even worse."
"Wish me luck, but don't forget about what I asked you. My favor, it might be more important than I ever thought,” I said to him.
"I didn't forget. I'll watch him for you. Good luck,” he said as he gave me a hug and I left to go to my desk and wrap up a few things before heading home. I packed lightly, as I would mostly be wearing the spacesuit issued by the department along with their boots and accessories. But I always packed a clever disguise. Sometimes it was important for an investigative detective not to look like a detective in order to get information. I went to bed early, ready to get an early start.
The next day I found myself in the most amazing position, one I never thought I would experience: I was peering out the small window of a spaceship at the blackness of space.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?” Commander Handor asked me as he stood beside me.
"It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life,” I said as my eyes began to water at the sight before me. I was on a very small and fast spaceship with a small crew. It was Commander Handor and myself, along with one pilot and one medic. The quarters were small and the sleeping pads had room for a small bed, and that was all.
We had to take a small ship because this was a mission that was very time sensitive. The longer we took, the more we were in danger of losing the females all together. It had already been three days since they had gone missing, and the more time we wasted traveling at is slow speed, the further away they could get from us. Therefore we were in a small, fast ship with a skeleton crew. A larger ship would have to go at a slower speed and there would be more people needed to crew it.
"If you think that is beautiful, come take a look at this,” Commander Handor said as he walked over to the other side of the common room of the ship. I followed him and looked out the window and gasped at what I saw. It was the blue marble of Earth, and it was my first time seeing it from space. It was absolutely enchanting and amazing. I would never take for granted my planet after seeing this view.
"It is beautiful. I find that I am most enchanted with my planet of Mooreah when I am on a ship looking at it from space. It is then that I miss it the most and can see it for all its beauty."
I looked at him while he had this genuine moment of longing for his home planet. There really was something under the surface of his arrogant and mean comments that he always dished out to me. He did have a heart. As I looked at him, I wondered exactly what had happened on the roof the other night. I had to know.
"Commander Handor,” I began to say but he cut me off and said, “Melinda, call me Eniv.”
"All right, Eniv, tell me what happened on the roof the other night. I can only remember bits and pieces. Tell me the truth,” I said to him quietly.
He looked at me stunned and said, “Does it really matter?”
"It does to me. I don't like having missing information,” I said to him in all honesty.
"I shifted and flew you home, landing on the roof, and when I set you down on your feet, your hands went to my chest and my scales. You let your hands move over them, touching them lightly, and it turned me on. You looked up at me with your wide, brown eyes and I couldn't help myself. I pulled you to me kissed you. You moaned; you liked it. It gave me permission to continue kissing you and feeling your body.”
"Oh…” was all I could say, as his description was turning me on. I was starting to recall that moment and I remembered my hands moving over the shiny silver scales and how they felt under my fingers. “Then what happened?” I asked him, wanting him to continue the story.
"I knew that I would not be able to restrain myself any longer. I would want more from you. That was when I remembered that I am a taken Drackon. I am promised to another. I remembered that the one I am promised to is in danger and I should not be indulging with another human female. It is wrong, so I pushed you away."
"Right,” I said, remembering the sting of rejection and how it felt. But now hearing his words about why he rejected me, I looked at him in a new light. As my eyes moved over his face, he became even more attractive to me. This weredragon wasn't just all arrogance, ego, and conceit. He actually had a conscience and his beautiful, light-gray eyes were filled with guilt at this moment. He moved his head, looking down at the floor, and a piece of thick, black hair fell over his forehead. I resisted the urge to pull it back. He was actually feeling in a conflict about kissing me when he already had a bride, one that was in peril. It only made me want him more, and I also filled with guilt at the thought. Then I remembered something else, and it was something that he did not mention. Had I dreamt it?
"Did you tell me something about the way I smell?” I asked him.
"What! No, nope, I don't know what you're talking about,” he said really fast and moved away from me to the table on the other side of the common room and grabbed a bottle of water. He chugged it down really fast.
"Yes, I remember you pulling me to you, or pi
cking me up, and then you said something about the way I smell,” I said walking over to him.
"No, you’re mistaken. Now, back to the case. I should prepare you for the environment of Sala. The outposts are small, but very dangerous. It is outlaw territory. There is no one there to enforce the laws. It is every Drackon for himself.”
I knew that he was pivoting off the topic, which made me think that I was absolutely right that he had said something about the way I smelled and that it drove him wild. But we did need to talk about the mission, and I did want to be prepared. But something he said had my attention. “How small are these outposts?” I asked.
"Each outpost is different, but there's only a few buildings and maybe 100 to 300 Drackon at each of them, always coming and going. Lots of traffic in and out," he said. Then he continued, “Why do you ask?”
"Well it seems to me, if I were a criminal that was kidnapping human females, I would take them to a bigger place. I would not take them to a small place where they would obviously stand out. Wouldn't reports come in about captive human females at these outposts? Wouldn't they be easily see?,” I asked him with my wheels turning in my mind. I was onto something.
He gave me with a startled look and put the water bottle down on the table. Then he stared at the wall and said, “I had not thought of that before. Your agency had us on track to check out the outposts to gather information. They want us to go there to do some questioning of the known criminal elements that are there. Get information from them with a little violent persuasion,” he said.
"And while we're doing that, we're wasting time. The human females are being taken somewhere, and that is happening while we're going from outpost to outpost, looking for breadcrumbs that could lead nowhere,” I said to him, walking back and forth in the room as I thought this out.
"Yes, it would steal a lot of time from us. It would be days before we found anyone that we could get information from,” he said.
I looked at him and put my arm on his, stopping him and said, “So if you were a criminal stealing human females, many of them, where would you take them in order to hide them? Mooreah?”
"No, that would be too obvious. I would take them to Riolb,” he said to me. We both looked at each other as though a light bulb had been turned on. It was dumb that neither of us had thought of this. Riolb was a known outlaw planet, not only for the Drackon race, but for other alien races as well.
"The outlaw planet,” I said to him. “I have heard of it. But as far as I know, no one at I.S.F.A. has been there.”
"That is probably why your department had us starting on Sala instead of going straight to Riolb,” he said.
"Or, the lieutenant is right and it is an inside job with the department and they are sending us to Sala on purpose, a wild goose chase. They don't want us to find the human females. They are setting us up for failure,” I said to him.
His eyes grew wide as he looked at me with acknowledgment that he thought we were being set up as well. Then he said, “We should re-route ourselves from Sala to Riolb. There is no point in wasting time on Sala. I have heard about auctions on Riolb. We could start there,” he said.
"Auctions? Like black market auctions of weapons and resources?” I asked him.
"Yes, all that stuff, but they also auction aliens. Maybe now they have started to auction humans as well,” he said.
I gasped in shock. “We need to go there!” I shouted at him as the thought of humans being auctioned off horrified me, especially women who had been captured and had no say in the matter. They had been abducted. “I will radio the department base for permission to change routes,” I said as I began to walk towards the communication well.
"No, don't bother. We need to just go there. We’d then wait for all the red tape and for people to say yes or no, and you do not know who you can trust or who is behind us in the department. You are in space now, and in space, we have to make up our own rules. That is how we have successful missions. It is just you and me, Melinda,” he said to me.
I looked at him, not knowing what to do. I knew that he was right but my career was at stake. I had just been promoted after working so hard my entire life to get this position, and I was going to defy orders. It could get me fired, it could ruin everything for my career.
Eniv walked over to me and put his hand on my arm and said, “You know deep down that this is the only way. Trust your instinct, Melinda; that is what makes you a good detective.”
"You are right. Let us go tell the pilot that we have permission to reroute to Riolb. You could guide him there,” I said to him.
"That's the spirit!” he shouted with a happy grin. Minutes later, we were rerouted to Riolb. We would have two more nights aboard the ship before arriving. Eniv took this time to teach me about Riolb. He drew maps on the board and told me about the different cities. There were two main ones. Mzech was the largest city and full of markets, criminals, outlaws, and weapons. It was very dangerous and Eniv went over it and intricate detail.
"This is the Temple of Star. It is located at the top of the hill high over the city. If we are ever separated, meet me there. I will wait there until you show up, you wait there until I show up. That is always our meeting point,” he said, showing me on a map of where the Temple of Star was in the city of Mzech. After he went over that city, he pulled up a map of Cix and did the same. Cix was a big city as well, but half the size of Mzech. It was located on the river and was a port city with lots of illegal cargo coming in and out through the river. “Here on the Mangum docks is where you will find a small, white place of warship called morning light; that is our meeting point if we get separated.”
"Yes, I understand,” I said to him, and I was very impressed with how detail-oriented he was. He had everything prepared in a way that was flexible for both of us. He knew that anything could happen out in the field, especially the fact that we could be separated, and having meeting points was something that I would not have thought of on my own. I would have just gone in, guns blazing and asking questions, trying to find the females.
Eniv was more covert about it and it was the smarter way to go. He was not going to let me off that ship until I had everything memorized. We worked endlessly; there was no night in space to let me know that I was working through the night. I finally fell asleep with my head on the table. I felt Eniv nudging me awake. “Come, Melinda. You will be more comfortable in your bed.”
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had fallen asleep.”
“No need to apologize. We have been working for 12 hours straight. It is good that the next 12 hours you will get good sleep because who knows when you will sleep again once we are on Riolb. It is very unsafe,” he said to me.
He pulled me up to my feet and in my clumsy, sleepy state, my body pressed against his in order to stop from falling. I looked up into his eyes and had that overwhelming feeling again, the feeling that I wanted to kiss him. He laying down close to me his lips were only an inch from mine. He breathed sharply and my lips opened, ready to receive a kiss.
He let out a bit of an angry growl and said, “Go to sleep, Detective Katiama.” He walked away from me and I felt ashamed once more.
What the hell, Melinda? I thought to myself. Why did I keep falling under his spell every time he was only an inch away from me? It was as though I could not control my own body when he was that close. It was as if everything, and every consequence, got thrown out the window and I would sacrifice everything for him just to kiss me. It was pathetic, and something I thought would not happen again, and yet here I was, practically alone in space with him and I was doing it again.
I made my way from the common room to my sleeping bunk. I needed a good rest. He was right: I was about to enter a foreign planet that was a known outlaw planet. I would need as much rest as possible; this was all new territory for me. I slipped into bed and soon passed out. I had set my alarm for 10 hours of sleep; I would have liked 12, but 10 would have to do. I slept very deeply, and it must have had s
omething to do with being in space. I slept deep and I slept hard, but it did not stop me from having romantic dreams about Eniv. Even in my sleep, I could not get him out of my mind.
When I woke up, I quickly showered and made my way to the flight deck.
"Only five hours until we will be entering hostile space territory. I'm going to take her off autopilot,” Rick Larson said as he walked onto the flight deck with a cup of coffee. He was the pilot and he would set the ship on autopilot so that he could sleep. It was a common occurrence on small ships with small crews.
"You are relieved of night watch,” he said to Richard Davis, the medic who would sit on the flight deck while the pilot was away, including the night shift.
"Sounds good to me. I'm gonna go get some sleep. I will set my alarm for five hours," he said as he nodded a greeting to Rick and I before leaving the flight deck to get some sleep. I felt myself growing nervous about getting closer to Riolb. I forgot that the space outside of the planet would be full of pirates and criminals.