I hadn't realized I'd drifted off until Byr was shaking me awake. When I opened my eyes, I found him smiling down at me.
“Enjoy your nap?” he asked.
“Apparently, so.”
The rear ramp of the transport lowered and we stood, walking down the ramp. Manyr was standing there with a small smile on her face.
“Thank you,” Byr said. “I – just – thank you.”
She nodded and looked at him. “You're welcome,” she said. “It was about time you got to see them.”
“I'm really grateful that you've given them such good care,” he said. “I don't think that's a debt I can ever repay.”
“There's nothing to repay,” she said. “We're trying to take care of our people. That includes your family.”
There was a sincerity in Manyr's voice that told me she wasn't just giving us the standard join our rebellion recruiting pitch. She genuinely believed in caring for all of Unduth's people. She was obviously in this for all the right reasons – reasons that I was in full agreement with.
Of course, I had to recognize that my hesitation was born of selfishness. Not only did I not want to die, I didn't want to lose Byr in the fighting either. We'd overcome tremendous odds to find one another in the first place. And all I wanted was to build a life with him.
Was that so wrong?
Of course it wasn't wrong. But perhaps, asking others to sacrifice, to give their lives, so that I could build my life with Byr – and contribute nothing to the cause – was wrong. If the revolution was successful, and they brought down the Ministry, how would I be able to look at myself and know that I was living beneath a blanket of freedom and did nothing to help? How could I allow myself to reap all the benefits but make none of the sacrifice?
“So, listen,” Manyr said. “We have a raid tomorrow. It's a pretty important mission and Yurat wanted me to ask you to come along. No pressure, but we'd love to have you by our side if you want to be there.”
“What time are you pulling out?” Byr asked.
“We leave before dawn.”
I nodded. Clearly, Byr and I had much to talk about. “Okay, we'll give it some thought,” I said.
“That's all we can ask,” Manyr said before turning and walking away.
Hand-in-hand, Byr and I walked back to our quarters. It was a moderately sized room that had the basics, but not much else. There was a bed that was functional, a desk, a dresser, and a private bathroom – for that, I was thankful at least. There wasn't much in the way of decoration, and it was all very sterile. But then, I had to continue reminding myself that this was a military installation, not a holiday resort.
The door slid closed behind us and Byr pushed the button that locked it, giving us some privacy. I walked over, sat down on top of the desk, and looked over at him.
“So, what do you think?” I asked. “Did you want to go on tomorrow's mission?”
He looked away and wouldn't meet my eyes. “I'm not sure yet.”
I let out a small, soft laugh. “Oh really? Because I tend to think that you've been sure for a little while now.”
He walked over and stood in front of me, pulling me into a tight embrace. “I'm not sure what to do here, Hatare,” he said. “Unduth is my home. Our home. It feels right to fight for it. To tear out the bad things and replace it with something better.”
I didn't disagree with what he'd said. Not at all. I was simply – scared. Scared of losing him. Of losing the life I'd dreamed of building with him.
“You're right,” I said. “We should be willing to fight for our world. I just – I don't – ”
He cocked his head and looked at me. “What is it?”
“I know it's selfish,” I said. “I just don't want to lose you. Part of me wants to pick up and run somewhere far away from here where there is no war and there is no danger. Somewhere we can be safe.”
“It's selfish,” he confirmed. “But it's also a very strong impulse in me too. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you, Hatare. And I don't really want to find out.”
“But at the same time, you feel an obligation to help make Unduth the world we want it to be.”
He nodded. “Exactly. There is no easy answer to this.”
I smiled. “I don't think there are any easy answers to the most important questions in life.”
I put my hand behind his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. It was soft and chaste at first, but then the fire and intensity grew. Our tongues swirled and moved together in an intimate dance as I ran my hands through his long hair. Byr ran his hands up and down my back and he stepped closer to me. I wrapped my legs around him and felt the fire in the center of me begin to grow as we kissed.
I pulled back and looked him in the eye as I helped him slide his shirt over his head. He tossed it to the floor as I planted soft kisses upon his chest, gently nipping at his skin. Byr pressed himself against me and I could feel his arousal, feel how much he needed me, and it only stoked my own inner fires.
Byr helped me pull off my own shirt and it joined his on the floor. His mouth and tongue explored the soft skin of my chest and he made me gasp as he licked and sucked on my breasts. I ran my fingertips across his soft skin as I arched my back and gasped as he gently nibbled on one of my nipples.
I slid off the desk and looking him in the eye, unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor at his feet. He stood before me, completely naked, and entirely beautiful. I reached out and took him into my hand, relishing the feel of how hard he was, feeling his body radiate with an inner heat. He moaned low in his throat as I tightened my grip around him and began to stroke him, slowly and gently at first.
“Hatare,” he gasped.
He pulled me closer to him, cupping my breast and running the tip of his tongue along my neck as I continued to stroke him. Byr groaned and threw his head back as I squeezed him even tighter, quickening the pace of my hand as it moved up and down his shaft.
I felt Byr's body tense and he quickly pulled away from me. He looked at me with a wild-eyed expression, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. His eye markings were glowing bright and he was trembling. Byr leaned forward and kissed me hard and passionately. His hands fumbled with my pants, finally managing to slide them down my legs. I stepped out of them, feeling the fire between my thighs burning out of control.
He picked me up and set me down on the desk. Using his hands, he gently parted my thighs and stepped in close to me. I bit my bottom lip as I looked up at him, desperate to feel him inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in close. The tip of him was pressed against my opening and it was driving me crazy.
“Please, Byr,” I said, looking up at him.
He kissed me again and slid himself inside of me. The rush of sensation was immediate and overpowering. My entire body felt like it was being electrified from the inside out so much that my skin hummed with it. Slowly, he started to move his hips, sliding himself deeper inside of me before withdrawing then moving inside of me again.
My breath caught in my throat as he began to pump his hips a little harder and a little faster. He sucked in a deep breath as I dug my nails into his shoulders and cried out. I arched my back as he slid deeper inside of me, setting my entire body on fire.
He was thrusting himself deep into me, making my legs quiver. My breath was shallow and ragged and I was overcome with such emotion and sensation, that I felt my eyes begin to burn with tears – tears of happiness and bliss.
“Byr,” I gasped. “Yes, more. Don't stop.”
He buried himself deep inside of me and I felt his body tensing up. He looked at me with eyes that seemed frantic as he continued pumping his hips furiously. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed around the mostly empty room, blending with the sound of our ragged breathing and moans of ecstasy, creating a beautiful symphony in my ears.
His fingers dug into my back and his breathing grew more labored, the trembling in his body more pronounced. A
pressure was building low inside of me and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. Byr was bringing me to the brink quickly and I knew that when the wave came crashing down, it was going to be powerful.
I cried out as he drove himself deeper inside of me than he'd ever been and felt myself falling over that edge. My body spasmed and I called his name as an explosion of sensation tore through my body. I shook and trembled, tears spilling down my face and I dug my nails into his back.
His body felt like it locked up for a moment and his face froze with a look of pure ecstasy etched onto it. And then he shuddered and let out a groan that sounded more animal than anything. A moment later, I felt him pulsing inside of me and felt his seed filling me up.
We stayed like that for a long moment, trying to catch our breath. And for me, trying to get my head to stop spinning. My body felt like I'd touched a live wire and I was still buzzing with the sensation. A moment later, he looked up and kissed me.
“I love you,” he said between ragged breaths.
“And I love you,” I said and kissed the tip of his nose.
Eventually, he slid out of me and stood up. We kissed once more, but it was a softer, gentler kiss. Though the passion still burned in the both of us, we were spent. Byr carried me over to the bed and laid me down in it before climbing in beside me. Our bodies pressed together, we snuggled beneath the covers as the dark curtain of sleep descended over us.
My body and mind still tingling and filled with love, I let myself be pulled under the dark waters of sleep.
Chapter Nine
Byr
The sun was just beginning to crest the distant horizon. Hatare, Manyr, and I were crouched in thick, overgrown bushes at the edge of the forest. A large building and a road sat before us – a building that appeared to be empty to me.
“Here, look,” Manyr said as she handed me a pair of glasses.
I reached out and took them – though moving in the armor they'd provided us was difficult because I wasn't used to it. I felt like an idiot walking around before we left camp. Everybody else moved free and smooth in their armor and I felt like a child playing dress up. Of course, as awkward and clumsy as I looked, Hatare looked twice as awkward and clumsy.
But I wouldn't make the mistake of pointing that out to her – again.
The more I moved around though, the easier it got. I was getting used to wearing the stuff. Not that I thought the armor would do us a lot of good. If I got shot, I didn't have a whole lot of faith the armor would stop it from tearing through me.
Slipping on the glasses, I was stunned – I could practically see right through the walls of the building. Inside, I saw that the building was hardly empty – there were a dozen armed soldiers inside. Taking the glasses off, I handed them to Hatare, who slipped them on and had the same reaction I had. Honestly, I had no idea that sort of technology even existed. I knew it wasn't common tech out on the fringes, meaning it very likely had to have come from either off-world, or from inside the capitol itself.
Handing the glasses back to Manyr, I smirked at her. “So, it looks like you have somebody inside the Ministry who's given you some pretty nice little gifts.”
She shrugged. “Let's just say that we have a lot of friends,” she said. “More than you might think. And some who are very generous.”
“So, why are there twelve armed soldiers in that building?” Hatare asked. “Out in the middle of nowhere?”
“There's a shipment coming through,” she said. “Our mission is to intercept it.”
“A shipment of what?” I asked.
“Arms, mostly,” she said. “An army can never have too many weapons, right?”
There was something about the way she'd said it that told me she was holding something back. That there was more to the story she wasn't telling me. I had no clue what it could be, but there was most definitely something going on.
She looked over at me and smiled. “I'm glad to have you with us,” she said. “Both of you. I can honestly tell you that the spirits of the fighters on this mission are higher than I've ever seen them.”
I looked away and said nothing – as did Hatare. Neither of us had grown anymore comfortable with the idea that we were heroes or that we'd done anything worthy of admiration.
“Here it comes,” Manyr said. “Keep your head down and keep yourselves safe. You don't need to join the fighting.”
Hatare cocked her head and looked at her. “Then why are we here? I thought you wanted us to fight.”
And then it dawned on me. “No, they want us here to inspire the troops,” I said. “They want us here because they think the troops will fight harder for them.”
Manyr looked away – clearly, I'd hit the nail on the head. And it really made me angry.
“Is that true?” Hatare asked. “Manyr? Is that really why we're here?”
She sighed. “It's not my idea. And it's not the first time I've disagreed with Yurat on something,” she said. “I would rather have you two fighting alongside us. We can use all the help we can get. But Yurat is afraid that something will happen to you two. He's afraid that if one – or the both of you – were to die, it would destroy morale among the troops.”
“Well, it's nice to know that he's more concerned about morale, than our actual lives,” Hatare said, her words dripping with sarcasm.
“He's very committed to the cause,” Manyr replied.
“Right, well, we're here to fight,” I said. “We're not here to hide in the bushes and be somebody's inspiration.”
“Besides,” Hatare said. “I tend to think they'll be more inspired if they're fighting shoulder to shoulder with us. Though, I still think the whole thing is overblown and stupid.”
Manyr looked from Hatare to me and then back again. I could see that she was conflicted. She'd been ordered to keep us safe and yet, her natural impulse was to let us fight with her. Finally, she nodded.
“It's not like I can keep you two from doing your own thing once the fighting starts anyway,” she said. “But stay with me. If nothing else, just stay with me.”
That much, we could agree to, at least. The sound of the transport grew louder and then I saw it coming down the road and moving quickly. There were two of them, and they finally slowed as they neared the building. Dust and debris swirled in the air as the two hovering vehicles lowered themselves to the ground with a thud. A moment later, the engines on the transports shut off, leaving a profound silence in their wake.
“Hold until I give the order,” Manyr whispered into her comm set. “Do not break position until I give the order.”
The fighters were spread out and hidden amongst the trees and bushes of the forest. We couldn't match them in terms of firepower, but we could outnumber and outflank them – which we were currently doing.
The rear doors of the transport lowered and I felt my body tense. I'd never been part of a battle before and I was not ashamed to admit that I was more than a little nervous. I looked over at Hatare – her eyes were focused on the transports and it looked like a small grin tugged at the corners of her mouth.
“Are you okay?” I asked quietly.
She turned and looked at me, and her smile was more pronounced. She was apparently enjoying this. Was excited by the prospect of the fight – which surprised me. She'd had as many reservations and misgivings as I'd had, and yet, there she was spoiling for a fight.
“I'm good,” she said. “I'm ready for this.”
I nodded and despite my best efforts, felt some of her enthusiasm rubbing off on me. This was our first step on the journey to building a better world. And I then realized that what excited her was not the fight itself, but being part of a movement that was fighting for the right thing. That was fighting for the people.
A moment later, a couple of government soldiers came down the ramp, their weapons at the ready, and looked around. A second pair of soldiers from the other ship joined the first two, and they stood there, as if waiting for something.
“Hold ti
ght,” Manyr said into her comm device.
A door on the building opened and all twelve of the soldiers I'd seen through Manyr’s glasses came filing out. They exchanged handshakes with the four who'd just arrived and then they all stood around talking. They looked relaxed, as if they didn't have a care in the world.
“Now,” Manyr said into her comm device. “Everybody move now.”
All around us, the world was lit up by laser fire. Our troops, carefully hidden among the landscape, opened fire and started cutting the soldiers down in a hurry. The others moved swiftly to get to cover and started to return fire. The sounds of men screaming and rifles firing filled the air with a horrible, terrifying noise.
“Follow me,” Manyr said.
We picked our way down the wooded hillside and came out on the road behind the transports. The three of us, careful to stay under cover, moved down a path through the tree line and found ourselves behind the remaining soldiers. The battle was still raging, but it was a battle of attrition at that point. The bloody bodies of the soldiers who'd fallen littered the ground.
As we emerged from our hiding spot, we counted five soldiers remaining. Their attention was so focused on our men hiding in the forest in front of them that they never saw us coming. Not until it was too late.
The three of us brought our weapons to bear at the moment one of the government soldiers was turning around and spotted us. Acting almost as one, the three of us opened fire and cut down the remaining soldiers in a matter of moments. I felt a sense of triumph as I watched their bodies slump over and fall to the ground. I felt a sense of satisfaction looking down into eyes that were forever open and unseeing, and just staring at the sky.
“All clear,” Manyr called, holding her fist up in the air. “We did it.”
Around us, the forest erupted in shouts of joy as the men came out of their hiding spots. As I watched the fighters filtering down toward the road, I counted four less than we'd started the day with. They all gathered on the road and congratulated each other.
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