Kanda's Alien: A Scifi Romance (Dagrinian Love 2) (10 page)

“
It won’t take me long to
get dressed.” I can slip a dress over my head in no time. “I
promise.”

A beep from the wide band
around his forearm draws both our attention. At his frown I know
he’s needed, but I don’t want to be left here alone. I don’t want
to rest and snack.

“
I will be bored without
you. You seriously need some form of entertainment around here or a
job I can do.” I put my fists on my hips and glare up at the tall
bastard. “Otherwise, I’m coming with you.”

The heat in his gaze
reminds me of why I don’t mind being naked around him. I feel a
small swirl of desire move through my core. I ignore it and refuse
to back down.

His eyes turn calculating.
My nerves are on full alert as I wait to see what he’s cooking up.
A smile curls his lips as he walks into his office and rummages
through a drawer.

He walks back over to me
with a small black device and hands it to me. The thing has a
silver streak down the back and a blank screen on the front. The
device is twice the size of my hand. This must be a small computer.
Excitement swims around in my belly.

Klimen pushes a black
button on the side and the screen flickers and then glows to life.
I can’t stop the giggle that comes from me. I love computers. I
used to use ours to decide where Rogan and I would go. My heart
sinks and feels too heavy for my chest.

“
Are you sure we can’t go
to Earth and look for my best mate? Rogan needs me.” I grip
Klimen’s arm tightly. “He’s willing to work.” Tears well in my eyes
and my throat closes up.

Klimen wraps me in his
arms. “We can’t go to Earth. It’s not on our plotted course. And
even if it was there is no guarantee that we could find him or that
he’s still alive. I’m sorry, Kanda, but we will never be able to
look for him. You have to live your life and let him live
his.”

I don’t like his words
even though I know they are true. I take a couple of quivering
breaths to gain some control over my emotions. This is the part of
my new life that I don’t like. I have no control over where I go or
who I see. It sucks hairy kangaroo balls. That’s bad.

Klimen guides me to the
golden couch and settles me next to him. “In time it’s going to be
okay. While I’m gone you can try to complete some of the mission
exercises on the practice unit. You’ll be mapping out the safest
routes to accomplish the mission and then you’ll go in and do the
mission to see if your plan works.”

“
I used to check out
places before we went in on a small computer pad. This could be
fun.” I push my sadness away and note that Klimen is being nice by
giving me something to do while he’s away. Not everyone would do
this for me. Either he’s uber-nice or I mean more to him than just
a sesien min. My heart flutters at the thought.

He touches the far right
corner of the screen and several icons pop onto the screen. I suck
in a harsh breath. I can’t believe it.

“
What’s wrong, sesien
min?”

I shake my head and look
up into his concerned eyes. “I’m just godsmacked.”

Confusion clouds his
diamond shaped eyes. “What does godsmacked mean?”

“
In Australian in means
shocked or astounded.” I point at the screen. “I can read the
missions even though they aren’t in English. That godsmacked me.”
Alien technology is purely amazing. Almost as amazing as Klimen
Trillobe.

A smile lights his ocean
blues up. “Yes, the communicator chip I put in you gives you the
ability to read the languages you now understand. That comes in
handy when you’re on a mission on foreign soil.” He points one of
his six fingers at an icon. “The practice unit is made to make it
feel real. Once you begin you will get so absorbed in the mission
that it will feel as though you are there.”

Excitement blasts through
my veins. “That’s awesome. I can’t wait to try it out.”

His hand cups the side of
my face and turns it so that I have to unglue my gaze from the
practice unit and look into his serious eyes.

“
Remember that it’s only a
practice unit. Whatever happens in there is not real. It can’t
actually hurt you, sesien min.”

Sesien min, really? With
him handing me this unit it’s obvious that he is my sesien min. The
mate just doesn’t get it. I would have to get the slow
alien.

Seeing that he’s waiting
for a response, I say, “No worries. I got it. It’s not
real.”

He brushes his lips across
mine and then stands. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He points a
long purple finger at the unit. “That should keep you busy. If it’s
too hard you can just relax until I return.”

I don’t care how hard it
is, I’m not about to sit here for hours looking at the soft glowing
lights on the ceiling.

I hold up the unit.
“Thanks for letting me use this.” Sesien min, I silently add. It’s
a good thing he can’t read minds.

He nods and a few strands
of midnight black hair come close to covering his right eye. I love
how his dark hair complements his skin tone. I watch as he leaves.
His ass is so tight and fine. At the door he turns. I look up into
amused eyes. Damn, I just got busted.

“
See you soon, sesien
min.” With that said, he steps out into the corridor and the door
whooshes closed.

I fume when I hear him
locking me in. Alien bastard. On the up side, he is a hot alien
bastard.

Turning to the unit in my
hand, I press a mission icon. Holy crap! A hologram leaps before my
eyes. I place the unit on my lap and read through the directions
and then I practice using some of the command buttons that are now
at the lower portion of the screen.

Seeing beings in motion
and unimaginable settings is breath taking. I’m thrilled when I
quickly understand how it works. It’s fun but I’m not so absorbed
that I can’t tell it’s a pretend mission. Maybe this thing works
differently on dagrinian brains. I can’t stop the snicker that
comes from me. Humans must be superior in this matter. I make a
mental note to tell Klimen that.

When I’m good and ready, I
press the icon that leads to a real mission.

I read the message in
dagrinian and then press a command button. My job is to get an
Intel chip from a shop owner in a market. Piece of cake.

CHAPTER

11

~ Kanda ~

♥

The image flickers and
then I see a market a little distance down a slope. There are paths
all through the market. Each is lined with open venders and wooden
shops that are made of a multitude of colors from cotton to
tangerine to daffodil yellow.

The mission is on. In my
head, I immediately start walking. It feels so very real as the
market gets closer and closer. I can’t feel the unit in my lap.
That worries me. I look down and see that the unit appears to have
taken on the shape of a wide wristband. It is now a locator and
scanning device mixed into one. This is good shit. I should be mad
at Klimen for keeping this from me but I’m just so excited to have
it now.

I catch a glimpse of my
feet. No way! I can see that I’m wearing badass boots, black cargo
pants, and a long-sleeved caramel colored shirt. I wiggle my arse
and feel the soft golden material beneath my still naked cheeks.
I’m glad I get to wear clothes in the mission world. I wish I could
see my face but I can’t. My red hair may be a mess or it may look
awesome. I choose to believe the latter because it makes me feel
better about myself.

I press a button on the
band and look at the map. My brain starts forming a plan on the
fastest route to the vender I need. From the map it appears that my
target is the only one selling utensils. Excitement and a touch of
anxiety swim around in my bloodstream. I feel a little fear of
failure but I squash it as I get closer to the market.

While looking at my map I
stumble. Looking down, I see that the ground is covered in clumps
of red grass. I was so busy studying the market that I didn’t pay
attention to the ground. That was a big mistake. What if I’d fallen
into quicksand or a pit of acid? You have to think big when on
another planet.

As I straighten and get
ready to slip into the market I hear laughter coming from the left
of me. My gaze quickly cuts that direction. A fuzzy rainbow colored
alien no taller than my knees is pointing at me and
laughing.

Holy crap! He can see me.
This changes everything. I change course and begin skirting the
last row of shops. From the shadows I see a few dark maroon beings
with hot pink lips. I remember the male I was caged near and hope
he is happy. The pretty group are talking among themselves as they
browse a shop with colorful material. I remember going to a few
shops similar to that one myself when I was on Earth. Looks like
some things are the same everywhere. All beings like to look as
good as possible. That makes me feel a little better. Humans can
fit in with others.

The pitter-patter of small
feet behind me has me grinning. Is there an alien baby behind me? I
look back to check it out. Fuck, the rainbow being is following me.
I hiss in his direction just like I would at a pup following me
when I’m heading out to go hunting. He jumps back but he doesn’t
yelp. I wait for him to disappear into the crowd of scary and
non-scary beings and then I move on.

When I see a three-legged
yellow alien being dragged through the red clump grass by a
six-armed rust colored being I shudder involuntarily. This place is
too close in looks to the one I was sold from. I need to get that
Intel and get out of here.

Moving on, I scan the
crowd and freak out when I see a four armed green alien pinning a
red humanoid being with white hair to an tangerine colored wooden
wall and fucking her. My steps falter as I debate helping her. When
she cries out and shudders with a look of ecstasy on her face
relief soothes my nerves.

I painfully force myself
to remember that I’m not here to save beings. I’m here gathering
Intel. Now I understand how so many beings ignored me and Niya when
we were being sold. In a place like this it is hard to know who
needs saving. I glance around and see many happy, neutral, and sad
faces. It would be impossible to save all of the ones that want to
be rescued and set free somewhere else.

With an aching heart, I
step down the path that will lead me directly to the shop I need.
All types of beings call out to me as they try to sell their goods.
There are many humanoid beings with skin colors of peach, cherry,
blueberry, lemon, and charred marshmallow.

They don’t spook me as
much as the three-eyed gray scaly beings or the six-eyed slimy lime
green beings that are bullying everyone near them. I step deeper
into the shadows of a shop that is selling what I hope are spices
and not dried ground up people. My shoulders sag when I watch them
pass the shop and head into one on the other side of the
path.

Fur rubbing against my
hand has me squeaking and nearly leaping from my skin. I look down
and see the rainbow alien. His crooked smile has the hairs on my
arms standing up.

“
You pretty and sweet
smelling,” he says as he reaches for my hand.

I slap his hand and he
howls like I’ve stabbed him. I frown and run from the shop. I look
back to see him still standing there holding his hand. What a
creepy little wuss.

Seeing a light flashing on
my screen, I press it.
Warning:
I see a picture of a rainbow being like the one I
just slapped. I read the message.
Dangerous: One
bite from a raktikian
will cause your system to shut down giving the raktikian a chance
to eat you.

Fuck! This place is
horrible. I slow down and stick to the shadows as best I can. I
blow out a relieved breath when I see the utensil maker’s shop. I
step inside and peer around. The dark tan wooden walls are lined
with some useful looking forks, spoons, spatulas, knives and then
there are some sharp two pronged things that are as long as my arm.
What the hell do beings do with those? I shiver at the dark feeling
that comes over me.

I jump when I hear a
shuffling noise behind me. Is it that furry rainbow fucker again? I
may need one of those pronged things after all. With great care, I
turn and nearly cry when I see the baby blue colored humanoid I’m
supposed to contact.

I pull up the info screen
again and after glancing over it, I say, “I’m looking for a
seasoning knife with a special handle that no other being has. Do
you have what I need, Blamot Flit?”