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general that all the planets were getting restless under his recent liberties.
"Then do it when she's not looking. Chances are she'll use her up and then discard
her. It'll put her in the mood, will it not?" The general laughed at the rumors that sex with
a sidhe left the partner feeling extremely virulent. Since he had not met anyone
personally that had the experience, it was just another worthless bit of rumor. His caution
about the sidhe was from childhood and he kept reminding himself that he was the leader
of the only recruitment company and therefore should not be giving into these fears. His
fingers traced on his desk top the warding off sign he saw his mother do often.
"Send out a team to track and capture the other," he added before hanging up.
Another challenge and they better not fail!
Though he wouldn't admit it out loud, his first defeat after a long time reawakened
the challenge of competition in him. His knee-jerk response was to beat the victor to
death, or to send her to his labs. He had two more to try to best.
General Tatolormufamesambula went over in his mind who to bring to this hunt.
His private laboratory had been finding drugs and genetic enhancements to improve his
fighting stock and now was his chance to test it on military from another galaxy. His
tongue flitted out of his mouth, tasting the victory in the air. His battle vignettes had
become soldiers with genetic modifications versus drug enhanced soldiers. No one was
more interested in the war reenactments than he and his scientists. Now he could test each
group out on a foreign adversary and if all went well&
General Tatolormufamesambula paced. For the last few years he had been
thinking of expanding his armies and challenging other star galaxies. With the major he
would be able to gather information of where she came from and her experiences.
The general thought about going over to the laboratory. He wanted to speak with
Ventor Sujay.
He hit his com. "Get me Ventor Sujay at once."
"Yes, General Tatolormufamesambula."
It was not long before his connection was made.
"Ventor Sujay! How is our new arrival looking?"
"General Tatolormufamesambula! This is a pleasant surprise and so is your new
addition to our specimens. Where did you get her? She is magnificent?" then suddenly his
voice got nervous. "She is pregnant. If the& "
"Then don't tell anyone," the general told him impatiently. "Surely you have some
kind of experiment you always wanted to do on an empath forming."
"Emapth! You don't say!" the ventor's voice took an upswing. As a matter of fact,
he had always wanted to see what would happen if negative sound waves were vibrated
around an empath as it formed in the womb.
"Now, how is the business?"
"Ah, General Tatolormufamesambula, it is doing well& we lost three
subjects& but it was expected. We found the average stress a sidhe can withstand.
Also& "
The general listened with half an ear. He decided he was going to visit the
laboratory and he knew the ventors did not like him around because his thoughts
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disturbed their experiments with the brains of the sensitives. But he wanted to see this
major.
"General Tatolormufamesambula & are you there?"
"Yes. I'll be visiting tomorrow& "
"General Tatolormufamesambula can you wait for maybe four more days? We are
in the middle of some very important tests and your arrival will& "
"Four days then." He hung up and called his secretary in. He needed his office
cleaned again.
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Chapter 9
Megan Vanster thought her eyes were going to roll into the back of her head if
Arax brought her to climax again. Though the drugs were keeping her body from shaking
from the exertion, she knew under natural conditions her limbs would be boneless. Two
days had passed and she was praying for the third to come quickly. She felt sorry for
herself.
Weakly she pushed Arax from her. She pulled herself out of the pool and nearly
fell flat on her face trying to lift herself out of the tub.
Arax laughed teasingly at her. "And you thought you would be too much for me."
She effortlessly rose from the waters and assisted her lover onto the bed. Vanster melted
into the bed not even attempting to moan.
Arax watched the lashes behind the dark eyes blink as if the lights were too
bright. She dimmed them and then lay next to her lover, stroking her skin until she fell
asleep. Her fingers followed the deep cuts in her muscles liking the feel of the strength
they projected, knowing it was only a physical display. Vanster was easily manipulated
when her courage or strength was challenged. But Arax liked her. Beneath all of the
bravado, she was funny, courageous and loyal. Arax also saw her fears and prejudices,
hidden even from herself.
Pleased with herself she leaned back on the bed poster. Suddenly she rose from
the bed looking about her in jerky movements, sensing from one angle and then moving
to another. The air shimmered around her and then a daoine sidhe from Tuatha de Danaan
appeared. The tall slim elf looked around noting everything in the room including the
unconscious form of her lover.
Arax had never heard of the sidhe being able to project in form off the planet.
"I am Win, the messenger," he told her quite proud. She was sure it was because
of his being able to appear off the planet. "Queen Freenah and King Jonetha command
you to bring the fribeth to the gorb by this night at high moon." And he was gone.
Arax sighed disappointedly looking at her lover. "Maybe it is for the better. You
need some rest before I show you more pleasure."
She sat next to the slumbering warrior and thought of how to get to Marigold
when she didn't have credits and nor did Lt. Vanster. Frowning, she remembered there
was a return of credits for the male she didn't use& but that would not pay for her entire
fare. She didn't dare ask her mother and her current husband. He was angry with her
about her rebellious attitude against his wish for her to marry a miner on the moon
colony. He thought it was a profitable arrangement for everyone; however, to her, it was
against her sidhe nature. Sidhe didn't do well on moons she had pointed out to him and
then to her mother. She was sure he was trying to get rid of her because it was time for
her to go out on her own.
A sudden idea came to her. Lt. Vanster had a ship. Leaning near her ear, she
whispered what she wanted, using all her skills in persuasion. A fairy with a mission
could talk a leprechaun out of his pot of gold, her mother used to tell her.
In her sleep Vanster stirred and even shook her head, but it took longer than what
Arax's pride would have guessed. A dark brown eye peered into her slate gray eyes and
then the other brown orb appeared.
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"What are you doing?" Lt. Vanster asked groggily.
"Waking you. We have been summoned," she informed Lt. Vanster. She guessed
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