and….Trelon’s tired mind couldn’t figure out what the female was doing but it looked like she was tearing something apart in his room.
“TRELON!” Kelan roared as he entered the transporter room.
Trelon let out a muffled expletive when he bumped his head on the top of the compartment he was working on. Rubbing at the pain, he tiredly wondered what he had done now.
“Over here.” He called out. I don’t even have any of my symbiosis with me to make the pain go away. Trelon thought in self-pity. He hadn’t seen any of his symbiosis since Cara, he had finally learned her name from Kelan on one of his many visits, came on board. Usually, he always had at least his arm and wrists bands but even they had deserted him.
“You HAVE to do something with your female. She is going to destroy my warship!” Kelan growled in a loud voice.
Trelon noticed several of the men had stopped working so they could watch the confrontation. They were probably placing bets in the hope he got his ass kicked after everything that had happened, he thought glumly.
“Why do you think she is going to destroy your warship? Have you seen her? She is too small and delicate to be of any threat.” Trelon said thinking of the images his symbiosis sent him. It was the only thing that had kept him going, especially the ones of her in the cleansing unit.
“Delicate? Too small?” Kelan snarled. “She has hijacked our computer system four times in the past sleep cycle. The cleansing unit in the training room has steam pouring out of it. She says it is called a sauna and is good for relaxation and cleaning of the pores of the skin. She has uploaded music from her planet and has been playing something called Opera in the dining area.”
“Opera?” Trelon asked tiredly. “What the hell is Opera?”
“I’ll tell you what it is! It is the screeching of the Death Birds, is what it is. Your delicate, tiny mate says it promotes a better understanding of culture, or something. I couldn’t understand half of what she was saying. Then, she reconfigured the food replicator. Wait, the men and I liked some of the things it is making so take that one off the list of things she has done.” Kelan said running both hands through his hair. He had enough to deal with right now; case in point, the female named Trisha. He hadn’t been able to get into his own living quarters since he had installed her there two sleep cycles ago.
“It’s not like I’ve had much time to make sure she behaved herself.” Trelon said. “I’ll have a talk with her. Has she been fitted with a translator yet?”
“Yes. Doc went by and implanted it. He wanted me to tell you that if he hadn’t already had a mate of his own, he would challenge you for her. That she was, quote ‘a delicate Swifter, who is as beautiful as she is graceful and should be protected at all cost.’” Kelan replied drily. The delicate Swifter, one of the small, colorful flying creatures from their home world, had never made as much trouble as this one tiny creature from a primitive planet.
Trelon growled. He was in no mood for any other male to be making comments about his mate; especially since he hadn’t even had time to be near her. “The men can finish up here. There isn’t any need for me to remain. I am going to claim my mate!”
Kelan watched as Trelon strode out of the transporter room. He hoped his brother had better luck than he was having. After calling out some orders to the men working, Kelan decided he needed to train some of the younger men in the hopes of getting rid of some of the frustration he and his own dragon were having.
Chapter 7
Cara hummed to herself as she added the last touch to the modifications to the environmental systems. She was trying to duplicate rain in one of the sections. She had already changed the one simulation room’s programming. Why they thought getting chased was the only way to get good cardiovascular exercise was beyond