Maruvian Bride (Alien SciFi Romance) (Celestial Mates Book 5)

by C. J. Scarlett

  Chancellor Kana spat out a contemptuous huff. “You always were an ideological young man. Terribly naive though, like your father. Even if you kill me, you can’t destroy a whole national government just by killing its leaders!”

  Jeanell couldn’t resist saying, “Not a democracy, you can’t; but a tyranny? A dictatorship? Cut off the head, the snake dies.”

  Chancellor Kana said, “And you’re talkin’ to the original black mamba, honey. Don’t forget it. One little bite…” Chancellor Kana clapped her jaws, then licked the side of Jeanell’s neck. It sent waves of nausea to pass through Jeanell’s gut, skin crawling. “Delicious.”

  Ric said to Chancellor Kana, “Look at yourself, Mother, look what you’ve become!”

  “I’ve become chancellor, the most powerful person in the world! And you could have the same, even more! More power, more money, more of everything that matters!”

  “Those aren’t the things that matter to me.”

  The chancellor answered quickly. “That’s only because you’ve lived without them all these years. But try them out, see how the other half lives. You might just find it fits you like a glove.” The chancellor rolled her fingers near Jeanell’s neck, hand encased in a black leather glove.

  “No,” was all Ric would say, echoing his late friend Reeves’ one-word missive.

  Chancellor Kana urged him, “Look at yourself, Ric! You’ve got greatness within you. Don’t waste that, don’t turn away from it, or waste it living out in the woods like some rabid dog.”

  “Never,” Ric said, “not to my dying day.”

  Chancellor Kana nuzzled Jeanell’s cheek, sending a wave of disgusted horror through her. The chancellor said, “What about hers?”

  Jeanell said, “Forget about me, Ric; shoot us both, shoot us now!”

  Chancellor Kana repositioned her arm to slam her hand over Jeanell’s mouth, palm pressing tight against her lips. “That’s enough out of you, sweetie.”

  Ric said, “You can’t go on like this, Mother! My father, my friends, Jeanell—you’re mad with power!”

  “That has nothing to do with it,” Chancellor Kana shrieked, for the first time revealing more than her cold facade. “I’ve already got all the power in the world!” She pulled Jeanell even closer, her thumb clamping down over Jeanell’s nose. Jeanell reached up to pull that black leather glove from her face so she could breathe, but she couldn’t. Chancellor Kana went on, “I could snuff out your little sex toy right here and now, and nobody would stop me. You won’t shoot.”

  “Not as long as she’s alive.”

  Jeanell gasped and went on trying to free herself, lungs cramping for air.

  “Not ever,” Chancellor Kana said. “Strong? A leader? You’re a pathetic weakling, Ric, just like your father. You were both afraid of me, it was disgusting! If only I’d married a real man, not that ridiculous bookworm.”

  “Graham St. Thomas was a great man,” Ric said, “I’m proud to have called him my father.”

  “He was a spineless nothing, Ric, why can’t you see that? And you don’t have to be a like him, that’s something I always tried to instill in you. You can rise above, be great.” The chancellor’s voice filled with a wicked warmth, a viscous urgency soaked in bloodlust and thirst for power.

  But Ric was ready to say, “No.”

  “Rule with me, Ric! There’s a reason you’ve come here, there’s a reason for everything. I’ve always believed that.”

  “You believe in Manifest Destiny,” Ric said. “It’s not the same thing.”

  Jeanell managed to pull Kana’s thumb from off her nose, breath wheezing trough her nostrils.

  Chancellor Kana said, “But it is the same, Ric! And this is your destiny! We’ll rule together, the way it was always meant to be. You’ll take over, and you’ll have the power you’ve always craved, always deserved. If you want to change things, Ric, if you really think you can make this a better society, this is the way to do it, not through rebellion, not through turning against your own family, your own blood. What good can ever come of that?”

  Ric had no answer, but Jeanell tried to urge him against being tricked, seduced, turned against his true calling, overwhelmed by the forces of evil in his own world, in his own blood.

  Chancellor Kana went on, “But in unity, there is strength, Ric. That’s love, that’s family, not this… this trollop here.”

  Ric said, “Let go of her.”

  Chancellor Kana looked Jeanell over again. “Sure, I will, my son, my own flesh and blood. I’ll release your girl here. And if you come to your senses, if you want to rule with me, and then instead of me, and take your rightful place as the leader of the obedient world, I’ll give you your little slut. If she promises to behave, if you… take measures to keep her from anything potentially dangerous, I’ll let you have her! She’s yours for the taking.” Another tense silence passed as Ric revealed nothing of what he was thinking.

  Chancellor Kana turned to Jeanell, their faces only inches apart. “Are you going to behave, Miss… Jeanell… Glenn?” Jeanell didn’t know how to react or what to say, fear overrode her desire to rebel, exhaustion crippled her limbs. All she could do was wait and wonder what Ric’s next move would be.

  She wouldn’t have to wait long, or have time to think about it either.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  No, Jeanell silently insisted, I won’t be a victim any longer! I won’t let them treat me this way! She’d been grabbed and dragged and tossed around and she was not going to have any more of it, even at the expense of her own life. So instead of trying to pull herself away, Jeanell snapped her head back, ramming the chancellor's face. Chancellor Kana took the blow with a wet, crackling thud. It was enough to shock the chancellor more than anything else, but a momentary distraction was all Jeanell needed. She wrenched her body froward, spinning herself out of the chancellor's grip once and for all. Jeanell ducked out of the way and crouched down low, dizziness from the torture staggering her gate. But she knew she had to get out of the way and as quickly as possible. She knew what Ric would do once the opportunity was open to him.

  Ratta-tat-tat-tat!

  The window behind the chancellor shattered as Kana herself ducked down amid the chaos. But it ended as quickly as it had begun, changing everything in the blink of an eye. Cold wind blew in from that incredible height, gusts of wind blowing shards of glass into the office from the crippled window.

  Jeanell looked over to see Ric looking at the results of his assault. The chancellor was on her knees, trying to push herself up. She slowly rose to nearly her full height, but her posture was bent forward, cramped, her knees quivering. Jeanell knew at once that she’d been struck, perhaps lethally. She looked at Ric, empty handed, eyebrows cramped, bloodied lips quivering.

  “W-w-w-why couldn’t you ever love me? I was your mother, I gave you life!” Ric had no answer, so she went on, “I loved you, Ric, I loved you so much … ”

  Ric slowly shook his head. “You don’t know how to love, you never did. You never will.”

  Chancellor Kana looked down at the growing wet stain in the belly of her uniform. “I don’t think I’ll have the chance now.” She spat out a terrible chuckle, blood flecking out onto her chin as she turned to Jeanell. “And you … I’m gonna kill you; one way or the other, I swear it. I’m going to feast on your guts and gnaw on your skull, you little bitch! In this life or the next, I swear it!”

  Jeanell was just pushing herself to her feet, dizzy but quickly recovering her senses. “Right now then,” was all she could think to say. “Bring it on.”

  But the chancellor steadied herself, dizzy but capable as she pulled a smartphone from her pocket. “Next time, my dear,” was all she said before turning to throw herself out of the shattered window. It broke before her and her body disappearing over the edge, another big gust of wind pushing Jeanell and Ric back. But both rushed to the window to peer down to see Chancellor Kana holding the phone with one h
and, swiping the screen with the other as she neared the ground.

  Jeanell’s instincts were to clamp here eyes shut, to spare herself the gruesome spectacle of the woman’s body hitting the ground seventy stories below. But she had to know, she and Ric both.

  But what they saw was not what they expected. The chancellor's body was consumed by a flash of light. Nothing remained to hit the sidewalk; no body, no gore, no disturbed crowd of pedestrians.

  Jeanell and Ric pulled back into the office, falling quickly into each other’s arms. Tears of relief streamed down Jeanell’s cheeks, Ric’s arms wrapping strong around her. She buried her face in his chest.

  “Ric, I didn't think you’d come.”

  “I didn’t think I’d make it.”

  They looked at the window. Jeanell said, “I … I had no idea … about you two.”

  “Few people do.”

  Jeanell looked up at him to ask, “But … some people do?”

  “Oh yeah, it’s well known who I am, what our … relationship was.”

  “Was,” Jeanell repeated. “You know she’s still out there somewhere, bloodied but not bowed.”

  Ric nodded. “I suppose I couldn’t bring myself to deliver a kill shot, much as I felt it might have been … necessary. Even so, there’s no being certain that she’ll arrive at her destination alive at all, with enough blood to see her through, or who she’ll come across where ever that is. I don’t think she’s going to be an immediate threat. We’ll probably never see or hear from her again.”

  Jeanell nodded and looked around the shot-up office, the dead bodies, the terrible stillness of the office. “What now?”

  Ric said, “Let’s liberate whosever survived. Then we do what human beings have always done; clean up and rebuild.”

  Jeanell fell into his arms and they kissed, lips pressing against each other as neither thought would ever happen again. But they’d been reunited through mutual resolve and courage, clinging to hope and faith and ready to sacrifice all for the greater good. Now that good would be in their hands, to wield the power for the true benefit of the people and not to the greater wealth and power of their leaders. But they’d come through, found each other and won each other, earned each other and loved each other. That was a prize worth facing death for, and worth traversing the very fabric of time to discover and to embrace and to hold tight to for the rest of their lives.

  It didn’t take long for Ric to take power, and when he did the rest of the government followed in lockstep. He was the only surviving son of Chancellor Kana herself, and Federal law since 2024 had been for fraternal succession.

  Nobody opposed him or his new bride or their two adopted twins, Honestly and Truly or their caretaker, Geoffrey.

  Ric instituted great reforms, restricting the use of drones, deconstructing the chancellor's tower and selling the diamond chandeliers and golden fixtures and building suitable housing for those still straggling underground. Clemency was offered to enemies of the state virtually across the board.

  Ric also eliminated the office of Chancellor, replacing it with the traditional office of President. He also reinstated the congress, the senate, and the supreme court, all eliminated at various points over the previous sixty years.

  Jeanell took a position leading a government program further regulating the use of black holes, ensuring that no time holes were ever successfully created. She also discovered the secret to the so-called kill hole, which could eliminate thousands at a time, and ratified the technology to prevent any travel hole from becoming too big. No more than a family of five could travel together, and precautions were taken so that only the person generating the hole could ever use it. A synthetic black hole could never again be used on somebody without their knowledge. The use of the technology as a weapon of terror or of war was eradicated.

  Ric’s first term began pleasantly enough, with accolades and a nearly universal respect from other world leaders. He moved the First Family back into the White House in Washington and restored that as the nation’s capital.

  It seemed as if all would be well after just a few short years.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Ric and Jeanell and the kids were enjoying a quiet lunch in the Presidential Rose Garden, one of their favorite spots. It was spring in Washington, D.C. and everything was in full bloom. Flowers of virtually every color in perfectly arranged patterns dazzled the eye, the smell of roses so thick in the air that the breeze could not eliminate it, only amplify it.

  The First Baby Graham Reeves St. Thomas, ran through the rose garden, impossible to keep down. The twins adored little Graham and played with him every chance they had. Geoffrey followed the kids dutifully around, playing with them and looking after them at the same time.

  One of Ric’s staff walked through the rose garden, erect posture and a formal air, befitting the office. He handed Ric a piece of white paper, folded once, then stood waiting for instructions. Ric opened the note, read it calmly, then handed it back to the staff member, who turned without a word and returned to the White House.

  Jeanell asked, “Ric? What is it?”

  Ric sighed. “She’s been spotted.”

  “No, really?”

  Ric nodded. “Floating face-down in the Moskva River, not far from the Kremlin.”

  Jeanell sat back, a sense of tragedy underscoring their lovely day. “Ric, I’m … I’m sorry. I mean, I know she was the chancellor and all, but she was your mother too. I really am sorry.”

  “She’s better off; we all are.” Ric stared out into a bitter distance, then crumpled the paper and threw it away. He turned to Jeanell and smiled. “That’s all in the past now, thank God. But we have each other, our own children, the whole future of our country stretched out in front of us.”

  Jeanell smiled. “I can hardly wait.”

  THE END

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  Glossary of Celestial Mates Terms

  Slin – A cute little creatures that grow larger than horses. They are a cross between a pig and rodent.

  Garon – A shaggy, mammal similar to a huge wolf. Beasts are ridden for recreation on Krylon and Sylon home worlds.

  Krylon – Home of the Krylon Imperial house.

  Sylon – Home world ruled by the Sylon Alliance. (Krylon, Candorian and Shardon – Originally Sylon was a mining colony ruled by a Krylon prince. The Sylon Alliance offers the citizens of Earth one the continents on their world in exchange for human brides. Since Earth is a dying world with a surplus, women volunteer in droves.

  Candorian – Aquatic species with no home world until they created the Sylon Alliance along with a Krylon prince and a group of Shardon clones. Candorians specialize in trade and deliver of merchandise. They are the only members of the alliance not in need of females.

  Shardon – Species of aliens who have relied upon cloning technology to propagate their species for generations due to their women’s fragile DNA collapsing.

  Clans – Krylon society is divided into clans. To be clanless is to be shunned.

  Holt – Piece of property designated by the emperor for a Clan Leader to house his entire clan.

  Clan Leader – Head of the clan. His wife is called a Clan Mother.
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  Kryogen – Sea creature with shell.

  Tuvel – Ten

  Kelver – An equivalent of three metric tons.

  Lakarian – Species Inhabiting a Home World on Krylon’s Eastern Boarder. Their society is matriarchal and they are traders.

  Micron –Unit of time.

  Parsec – Unit of distance.

  Laser Pistol – Just as it sounds. It is a common weapon used in battles and self-defense.

  Jūnihitoe – Is a complex and elegant kimono worn for formal occasions in feudal Japan. Fell out of favor for decades then reemerges as the choice of high fashion for formal occasions. Composed of several layers, usually with a heavy ornate brocade outer layer.

  Karaginu Mo – Short train on a Jūnihitoe.

  Sokutai – Formal traditional dress for Japanese males.

  Kinbaku – A Sexualized extension of Hojojutsu.

  Hojojutsu – Japanese martial art that incorporates rope as means of restraint, specifically designed not to cause physical or mental injury.

  Shibari – Outsiders consider shibari a sexual bondage technique. The Japanese use the term to describe any form of decorative tying, such as ribbons around presents.

  Orochi – Eight headed snake monster from Japanese legend.

  Insectoid – Slang term for Maruvian. Creatures who evolved from insects into sentient life forms. The currently strive to become more humanoid thorough intermingling of DNA with other species. They have developed technology that alerts them of worm hole opened by other beings. They jump behind them to new parts of the verse.

  Parthenogenesis - Maruvians are asexual, however, the males require the presence of pheromones to initiate parthenogenesis, which is reproduction from an ovum without fertilization in this context.

  Mimics – Insectoids hoping to protect innocent worlds from the more aggressive elements of their society used Shardon cloning equipment to mix core genetic material with their own in hopes of creating a being to act as an intermediary with humanoids.