Asarlai Wars 1: Warrior Wench by Marie Andreas Read Free Book Online Page B

dropping faster than a drunk after a week on clearvac.
    Terel gave an evil grin as she paused before closing the door. “I knew that even as tired as you were you wouldn’t sleep. The sedatives in the syringe along with your treatment will assure me otherwise.” She flashed a genuine smile this time. “Good night, Vas.”
    ***
    Vas fought to wake up as a giant with a bad hangover picked up one end of reality and shook. However, the pounding came from inside her head, not outside it. Lifting her head was a painful experience.
    Falling back into the mattress, Vas muttered about revenge-driven doctors. Eventually the pounding dropped to a dull thud. It still hurt, but her head wasn’t shattering and the black dots in front of her eyes were gone.
    At least Terel’s treatment gave Vas the strength to go after Terel and give her a piece of her mind about the resulting headache. On second thought, if the headache was going to hit this hard each treatment, she needed to stay on the doc’s good side.
    “Better?” Gosta’s dry voice entered an instant before he lumbered into the room. Probably a safe approach if he had an inkling of how she felt right now.
    “Not much. Doc needs to give me something for my head.” She sat up and slowly got out of bed. “At least I can move now. Any luck tracking how I got this drell crap?”
    Gosta’s long legs clicked softly as he strode closer. “Not yet. Terel and I will have to use the computers on the ship.” He cocked a ragged black eyebrow at her. “The new ship does have a computer system, yes?”
    She turned her back to him and put on a clean shirt, clearly one Terel had found, as she hadn’t brought anything down to the planet with her. “Of course it does.” She glared over her shoulder at Gosta. “In fact, I hate to say it, but the system looks better than ours. When you check it out, see what things we want to take with us when we get the Victorious Dead back.”
    She had just finished lacing up her boots when Deven came in.
    “We’re mostly accounted for. A few took some convincing to move fast enough, but we’re here. Xsit sent someone to go find Mac and Jakiin, but they can’t be far. No one in town will rent them a vehicle after the last time they were here.” He folded his arms and scowled at the room. “This is the only room that’s not ready to go.” The tone in his voice made it clear that whoever he had been during his extended vacation here, he had mentally returned to being her second-in-command.
    “I couldn’t disturb her, you know.” Terel pushed him through the doorway and wandered over to her workstation. “No worries, I can get my lab packed up in minutes.” Terel set up her lab everywhere. Vacations were just a time for her to play with it more. She turned to Vas. “Where is the shuttle anyway?”
    “At the main landing pad, just past the casinos. I didn’t want to bring it closer until we were ready to head out.” Vas said. A sound idea that she now regretted. Time would be lost getting the shuttle to the pad outside the shantytown and they’d already lost time with her poisonings. Both of them. She counted Terel’s ‘cure’ a second attack.
    Terel bustled around picking things up and fitting them into tiny boxes. “Well then, Second, I’ll have this lab picked up before you return.” She gave Deven a curt nod and went back about her business.
    Deven looked ready to say more, but instead shook his head and stomped out.
    Vas laughed. “You two are back to getting along famously, I see.”
    Terel had most of her equipment taken apart and boxed already. “I will repeat this again, it is not my fault that he got buried. I can’t be responsible if people have physiological abilities that they choose not to share with their doctor. Even though I’m the one who has to save their lives. Even if my say so can keep them breathing or leave them in a pile of dust. No, some people don’t feel that I need to know that they go into a