is the kind of creatures they are, we shouldn’t have anything to do with them.”
“The government doesn’t even know what to do. Since they brokered a deal saying they would get a certain percentage signed up, and failed, they can’t even do anything about them not giving up any information.”
“What would they do?” I asked incredulously. “Those guys have mastered space travel. You think anything we have would do any damage or be a threat?”
“No,” Nathan sighed. “Probably not.”
“It’s freaky how much they look like us though, you know?” Jesse commented. “They could probably pass off as a human if they weren’t freakishly large and sporting large swords strapped to their backs all the time.”
“Have you heard from my parents?” I asked, changing the subject. I didn’t want to dwell on the aliens any more than I had too. Especially when one in particular kept popping up in my dreams…nightmares, I mean.
“Not lately.” Jesse shook his head. “It still feels weird to be the messenger when you only live a few miles from them.”
“I know.” I bit my lip before adding, “I’m sorry for that.”
“Nah, I don’t mind. Just is different.” He shrugged. “Last I heard your dad was done with the first cutting of hay.”
“That’s good.” I nodded. It was sad how starved I was for news of my family. But, it was my choice to hide. I had to live with the consequences. We spent the rest of the meal talking about farming or nothing in particular. When the table was cleared and dishes washed, it appeared Jesse wasn’t in any hurry to leave. Not that I minded. It was nice to see another face once in a while. I settled in to my favorite chair with my laptop. While I didn’t use the internet, I could use the time to write my stories. I had to have something to fill my time. Nathan and Jesse joined me a few minutes later and watched baseball on TV while continuing their conversation. I smiled thinking that this felt almost…normal.
Chapter 5: 5 Months After D-Day
Karac
Karac was going insane. Or very close to the definition of insane. He had been on or above the planet Earth for six months. SIX MONTHS! And still there was no sign of his mate. He’d gone through countless photos, filtered down the database to match his requirements, and still he couldn’t find her. He could sense that she was down there. Too bad the “sense” didn’t act like a homing beacon. That he could have used. He glared down at the planet from his office in frustration.
The database, in theory, was a genius idea. Every warrior had a code written into their DNA that made matching their blood with possible female matches easier to narrow down the search. With a blood sample from the female, they could let the computers do the work by filtering out non-compatible codes and show only ones that could be mates. This, along with pictures made the warriors’ job easier to search from the safety of the ship rather than being planet side.
At first, the humans balked at requiring pictures of all the females, claiming that the aliens would be discriminatory based on looks. Karac scoffed. As if their dispositions were so shallow. He went on to explain that the Kaldarhns would be able to recognize their truemate by sight, even if it was still picture. The bond would be confirmed when the Kaldar approached the female in person and they made eye contact.
Luckily, a few of his warriors had been successful in matching their code to their mate and seeking her out. Most of them were still in the courting stages of the bond while there were a handful that were accepted as mates. Those warriors brought their females back to the ship as quickly as possible as a precautionary measure. Karac didn’t want anything happening to the females who had accepted the bond. No telling how the human males would react