{"id":1823,"date":"2019-03-18T11:20:01","date_gmt":"2019-03-18T17:20:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/katerudolph.net\/?page_id=1823"},"modified":"2019-07-04T08:08:32","modified_gmt":"2019-07-04T14:08:32","slug":"soulless-science-fiction-romance","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/katerudolph.net\/index.php\/soulless-science-fiction-romance\/","title":{"rendered":"Soulless: Science-Fiction Romance"},"content":{"rendered":"

Fated mates. Feisty women. \u200bAlien alphas.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

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\u200bThe chemistry between Raze and Sierra is too hot to ignore<\/strong>, even if it should be impossible<\/strong> for a mate bond<\/strong> to form between them.<\/p>\n

\u200bStart reading \u200bSoulless<\/em>\u200b right now!\u200b\u200b\u200b<\/h3>\n

\u200bClick the chapter title to see \u200bchapter content<\/p>\n

\u200bPrologue<\/h4>\n

One Hundred and Three Years Ago<\/strong><\/p>\n

Detya<\/em><\/p>\n

The morning burned hot and bright and the people of Detya awoke to a pleasant summer day, just like all the summers before. Birds flew from tree to tree and small animals scampered through the forest. The defense monitoring stations sensed no threats and even the summer monsoons were a month away from threatening the peace of the planet.<\/p>\n

But two million miles away, at the interstellar gate at the edge of the solar system, trouble brewed. A dark ship slipped through the black sky, setting off no sensors and communicating with nothing. It did not identify itself to the Detyen crew monitoring the galactic shipping lanes and it silently crushed a small pleasure craft which crossed its path.<\/p>\n

No insignia identified the origin of the ship and the design could have come from a hundred different civilizations.<\/p>\n

As it sped closer to the planet, no one sensed the danger. A military ship launched an hour before the silent threat passed Detya\u2019s final moon and did nothing to defend the planet.<\/p>\n

With a single shot, the mystery ship destroyed the planet and the billions who lived on it. Fire coated the land and the seas dissolved. The damage ate through everything, leaving nothing but a burnt-out husk, incapable of sustaining life.<\/p>\n

And before the few survivors who\u2019d managed to make it off planet prior to the destruction could even begin to fathom what had happened, the ship was gone.<\/p>\n

The kingdoms and republics of Detya were dead.<\/p>\n

The military was destroyed.<\/p>\n

And from a planet that had once hosted billions of lives, fewer than a million remained.<\/p>\n

The Detyens were extinct. They just didn\u2019t know it yet.<\/p>\n

No matter where they went, home was gone, and there was no way to know who had stolen it away.<\/p>\n

\u200bChapter One<\/h4>\n

Sierra didn\u2019t know why she\u2019d agreed to family dinner. Her father sat ramrod straight with a glass of whiskey clenched in one hand and studiously ignored the insignia on the sleeve of her uniform. She ate her peas one by one and only spared him glances when he shifted or sighed. Three years of this shit and she still hadn\u2019t learned.<\/p>\n

\u201cI talked to Commander Mitchell about the training course I told you about. Two years of officer training and then you\u2019ll have a command. Say the word and it\u2019s yours.\u201d He wasn\u2019t using his General voice, which Sierra appreciated. But it also made her want to cry. He\u2019d given up ordering her around. How long would it be before he gave up on her all together?<\/p>\n

It was moments like these that she could still smell the stench of the Wastes where she\u2019d spent her first years sticking to her skin. Her father, General Remington Alvarez, had saved her life. And all she was to him was a disappointment.<\/p>\n

\u201cI like my job, Dad.\u201d She forced herself to look up. Even though he was in his mid-sixties, her dad barely had any gray hair and his muscles made her think he could lift a tree if he had to. He\u2019d been stationed behind a desk for more than a decade, but none of the work had made him soft. No, Remington Alvarez was all hard edges and strict rules.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe job that means I have to spend every night you\u2019re in the field wondering if you\u2019re safe? The job that I can\u2019t talk about to any of my friends? The one that will steal away your future before you even realize it?\u201d He jerked his glass up to his mouth and threw the whiskey back, hissing as the liquid burned its way down his throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wouldn\u2019t be any safer in the fleet,\u201d she felt the need to point out, even as his other statements flayed her alive. \u201cAnd if it weren\u2019t for the work I did, the fleet would be flying blind.\u201d He made it all sound so sordid<\/em>, and not a necessary part of any defense apparatus.<\/p>\n

Her father sucked in a deep breath and Sierra had to look away, staring at a still photograph her father had taken at some fancy event with an alien with bright yellow skin and sharp teeth. They\u2019d had this fight a hundred times before and the only sure thing about it was that both of them would be left hurting and resentful by the time the night was over. \u201cI\u2019m\u2014\u201d she cut herself off before the apology could flit across her tongue. That was the problem. She wasn\u2019t<\/em> sorry.<\/p>\n

\u201cSneaking behind enemy lines, lying to people. It\u2019s not honor\u2014\u201d he, too, choked on his words.<\/p>\n

Sierra still flinched. It\u2019s not honorable<\/em>. Yeah, she\u2019d heard that one plenty of times too. This had to end now. If they spoke for any longer, it would lead to more months of silence and shitty tempers.<\/p>\n

She placed her napkin on the table and scooted her chair back. \u201cThanks for dinner. I\u2019ll give you a call when I get back and we can do this again.\u201d Emotion lodged in her throat and she swallowed it, unwilling to break in front of this man.<\/p>\n

\u201cBack?\u201d her father demanded, throwing his own napkin down. \u201cWhere are you going?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA mission. Classified. Dishonorable stuff, you wouldn\u2019t want to hear about it anyway.\u201d Her eyes itched and if she didn\u2019t get out of there in the next minute she\u2019d end up crying. Sierra didn\u2019t cry in front of her father, not ever. That was even worse than dishonor, that was weakness.<\/p>\n

\u201cErra\u2014\u201d he tried to stop her with her old childhood nickname. Sierra didn\u2019t even pause as she scooped up her jacket from where she\u2019d laid it on the back of his couch. She made her way through the narrow hallway of his quarters and to the front door.<\/p>\n

Something that might have been regret danced in his eyes as he met her at the door. \u201cBe safe,\u201d he finally said, grabbing her in a tight hug and yanking her close. \u201cCome back in one piece, I still need a date to the reception for Ambassador Yormas of Wreet.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sierra squeezed her eyes shut, but when she opened them again, her eyelashes were wet. Her dad said nothing. \u201cI\u2019ll give you a call,\u201d she promised, not ready to agree to anything when her emotions were so raw.<\/p>\n

He just nodded and let her go.<\/p>\n

The hallway outside of his apartment was the same boring gray as the walls inside her father\u2019s quarters. He shared the floor with three other units, but she saw no one as she made her way down the faded carpet to the stairwell beside the elevator. She took the stairs at a fast clip, as if speed were enough to outrun everything on her mind and in her heart. She hated disappointing her father. He\u2019d saved her from a short, hard life of unspeakable cruelty and darkness. She doubted she would have made it to twenty-nine if he hadn\u2019t adopted her. But Sierra had long ago realized that being grateful for her existence didn\u2019t mean she owed her dad her entire future.<\/p>\n

He saw it all for her: officer training, command, rank. Everything he\u2019d doggedly pursued for his entire life. The only life he could conceive of. She\u2019d taken one look at the training manuals and run screaming. Sierra was no stranger to discipline. How could she be when her father was General Remington Alvarez? But if she made that life hers, she\u2019d be extinguishing herself. And as much as she loved her dad, she couldn\u2019t do it.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d give her that derisive laugh of his if he knew she thought that way. How, he\u2019d ask, could she be more true to herself as a spy than as a soldier?<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t have the answer, but he wouldn\u2019t care to hear it even if she did.<\/p>\n

Her vehicle was located in the parking garage under his building. Sierra scanned the area, noting the android attendant near the entrance and a flickering light near where she\u2019d parked. Awareness prickled at the back of her neck and her muscles loosened, her stride long and confident as she waited for the threat to make itself known.<\/p>\n

A cat darted out from a dark corner and Sierra\u2019s blaster was out, her finger on the trigger before she even registered the movement. When the animal jumped on top of her vehicle, she laughed and put her weapon away. She needed a damn vacation.<\/p>\n

But vacation was the last thing she had to look forward to, not when planetary defense had to come first. Sierra gave the cat a gentle pet and then shooed it on its way before sliding into the car. As soon as she was on the road, her communicator lit up. She engaged the call without video and didn\u2019t bother to glance at the identification to see who was calling. Anyone who had her code wouldn\u2019t call if it wasn\u2019t an emergency.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoyce is calling us in,\u201d her friend and navigator, Mindy Branch said in lieu of a greeting.<\/p>\n

\u201cRight now?\u201d A glance at the clock showed it wasn\u2019t even close to midnight, let alone their 0500 call time.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, Jo\u2019s already on her way.\u201d Mindy sounded about as pleased with that turn of events as Sierra was, but neither voiced their concerns.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be there in an hour.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGot it. Drive safe.\u201d She disengaged and the communication\u2019s display went dim.<\/p>\n

Sierra sent a silent prayer of thanks to anyone who was listening and turned her car around to head to the rendezvous point. She needed to get the fuck off of Earth to remember why it was worth saving in the first place.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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Raze\u2019s indicator alerted him that his required physical exertion period had come to an end. He glanced at the readout on the machine to see that he\u2019d improved his last run time by three seconds and noted the statistics for his file. A quick swipe with the cleaning pad took care of the sweat that had dripped onto the machine, and he used a separate towel to take care of the moisture beading on his forehead and at the base of his neck.<\/p>\n

The material was rough and cheap, but sturdier than anything else the legion had been able to purchase. He dragged it slowly across his skin and nearly couldn\u2019t suppress the shiver that tried to climb up his spine from the almost painful friction. A moment later he pulled the towel away and disposed of it in the laundry chute. He mechanically stripped himself of his clothes and they followed the towel down to where they\u2019d be laundered and returned to the rotation.<\/p>\n

He nodded to Kayde, one of his fellow warriors, as he walked naked to the shower station. The cold water hit his skin with bruising force and this time he couldn\u2019t stop the hiss from the sensation. The water quickly warmed to a sufficient level and he cleaned himself in his allotted time. Another swipe of a different abrasive towel saw him dry, and he barely spared a glance for the marks it had left on his green skin. He pulled on a clean uniform and exited the shower station before the next warrior to finish his training could be delayed.<\/p>\n

Though Raze knew he was scheduled to join his team for the final briefing before their scheduled mission, he consulted his schedule before heading toward the administrative building in case the plan had changed. The legion and its soldiers were slaves to their schedules, especially those like him. To eschew routine was to eschew control, and when the soulless lost control, there was only one solution.<\/p>\n

If he could still feel fear, Raze might have felt the shiver in his spine. But just like everything else, those emotions had been taken away from him, given up, two years ago, just before his thirtieth birthday. He couldn\u2019t regret his decision, and he chose not to dwell on it. The legion had saved his life, he owed them his loyalty and his service.<\/p>\n

A quick walk through one of the service tunnels brought him to the administrative building. The entire compound was connected through underground tunnels and elevated walkways so that no soldier or staff member would need to brave the harsh weather of their home moon by walking between buildings outside. The moon was habitable, but the weather extremes made it less than ideal, and for that reason, it had been sitting uninhabited after a failed colonizing attempt six decades before. The legion had bought the rights to the land and had spent years making their own little colony into a fortress.<\/p>\n

No one would be able to do to them what had been done to their ancestors.<\/p>\n

Something that might have once been sorrow clenched in his chest, but Raze paid no attention to it. If he chased the phantom emotion, he could easily find himself out of control and scheduled to be executed within the hour. Punishments were harsh and final for the soulless, but it was the only way to protect the legion.<\/p>\n

The familiar path inside the administrative building centered Raze with the comfort of routine. He walked down the brightly lit hallway and spared a glance at the Detyen art that decorated the walls. When he was younger, it would have brought to the forefront all of the sorrows and joys of a home he\u2019d never seen. Now he merely noted that one of the frames hung slightly askew.<\/p>\n

He entered the assigned meeting room and took his seat, nodding in greeting to Toran NaLosen, a younger Detyen warrior who smiled at him in response. Unlike Raze, Toran still possessed his soul. He wouldn\u2019t need to choose between death and soullessness for a few more years. \u201cKayde and Sandon should be here soon,\u201d Toran said. He tapped his fingers against the table, the small sound loud enough to fill the room.<\/p>\n

Raze let his eyes rest on those moving digits. Toran\u2019s clan markings climbed down both of his arms and covered parts of each hand, making his golden skin appear almost spotted. The door slid open and two more men walked through. Toran pulled his fingers into a fist and stilled as he studied the newest entrants. Raze spared them a glance, nodding at Kayde and Sandon before settling his gaze on the holo projector in the center of the table. Kayde settled in beside him and Sandon took his place at the front.<\/p>\n

With a flick of his fingers, Sandon brought up a projection of the planet they would be heading to and their target. \u201cThe planet is called Fenryr 1,\u201d Sandon said, calling up the basic climatological and population statistics as he spoke. \u201cIt technically sits at the edge of the Oscavian Empire, but has no native population and no Oscavian development. Flares from the dual stars at the heart of the system make it difficult to monitor the planet and it\u2019s become a haven for pirates and slavers. Our intelligence has detected a small gathering here,\u201d he pointed to a peninsula on the globe. \u201cThere are few other inhabited pockets near the southern pole, but we have no interest in them. Your target is the Lyrden,<\/em> which is located a hundred kilometers away from the peninsula. It was brought to the planet two years ago and we think it is meant to be scrapped. Due to the extensive number of scrap ships collecting there, the Lyrden<\/em> is not heavily guarded and we have no reason to believe that it will be destroyed before you can find it. We need all of the data that you can scrape from the onboard computer. Questions?\u201d<\/p>\n

Both Raze and Kayde glanced at Toran, who was reading through the mission parameters on his personal tablet. \u201cThis says the Lyrden<\/em> is a XA-1. That\u2019s more than a hundred years old. It\u2019s possible, if not likely, that the system can\u2019t be scanned or recovered. Do we have the authority to bring parts back? Or do we not want the inhabitants to know we were there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is a high priority mission. Use any means necessary to recover the data,\u201d Sandon pierced Toran with his steely gaze. \u201cThe Lyrden<\/em> was recorded in the Detyen system the day of the attack. We have reason to believe the information on that ship could lead us to whoever attacked us or supplied the weapon. Are we clear?\u201d<\/p>\n

They were. Sandon left them alone to plan. If Raze weren\u2019t soulless, he\u2019d describe the blood coursing through his veins as excitement. He sat forward, ready to talk the mission through. They couldn\u2019t save their home, but they could get revenge, and this was the first step.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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Within two hours of her disastrous dinner with her father, Sierra was on a ship and off planet, speeding towards the jump gate. The mission had suddenly moved up when a gap in scheduling provided her team with a quicker route to their destination, but the gap would be closed by the scheduled launch time. She could still hear Jocasta Nelson, her pilot, grumbling about missed sleep. Sierra kept her distance, opting to spend the time from Earth to the gate strapped in one of the chairs in the kitchen.<\/p>\n

Mindy had shot her a glare and taken her position at the navigator\u2019s station beside Jo. The two traded barbs as they worked through the checklists that would see them safely out of the solar system and on their way to Fenryr 1. Fucking pirates were stealing women from Earth and selling them off as slaves\u2026 or worse. Hundreds abducted over the course of a decade, and it wasn\u2019t until the niece of a US Senator disappeared that anyone paid any attention to the victims. Sierra was trying really<\/em> hard not to be angry about that, but she had three days to get her emotions under control. By the time they reached the pirates, she\u2019d be ice. Until then, she wanted to hit something and not stop until it bled.<\/p>\n

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.<\/p>\n

A warning alarm buzzed and the lights flashed as they approached the gate. The interstellar passageways were seeded throughout the galaxy and made it possible to travel throughout inhabited space in a relatively short amount of time. Humans hadn\u2019t put them in place, but the Sol system had free use of one gate and that gate opened to a highway of other passageways that led anywhere a person could want to go. Not that Sierra particularly wanted<\/em> to go to Fenryr 1, but she\u2019d do the job, gather the intel\u2026 and leave any women behind.<\/p>\n

She clenched her jaw as her ears popped. Pressure built in her head as they slipped through the portal and out the other end. An all clear alarm sounded and the first leg of the journey was complete.<\/p>\n

A minute later, Mindy came bounding back and plopped into the seat beside Sierra, pulling her legs up to curl into a ball of fluffy woman. She wore a gray sweater that was soft enough to pet, but it was covered in soft balls of an unfamiliar fabric. The ensemble was matched by tight, synth leather pants and a bright green headband that held her long blue hair back. She didn\u2019t look like a spy, but she was one of the best navigators in the entire Sol system.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll save them all,\u201d Mindy promised.<\/p>\n

Sierra wasn\u2019t surprised that her friend had read her mind. The parameters of the mission hung heavy over all of them, even the standoffish Jo. \u201cIt\u2019s a lot easier when we get to go in and steal data from rich assholes or plant a bug in some government official\u2019s communicator.\u201d Sierra unbuckled her safety harness and turned so she could more easily face Mindy. As her body shifted, the chair reshaped itself to accommodate her new position. They were designed for comfort on long journeys, something regular military vessels didn\u2019t need. Though she\u2019d never use that point in an argument with her dad.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you might actually get to shoot someone this time,\u201d Mindy countered. She glanced back toward the cockpit and then lowered her voice. \u201cDinner not go great?\u201d It was more of a statement than a question.<\/p>\n

Sierra shrugged. \u201cCould have been worse. We\u2019re still talking to each other, so that\u2019s good. I think he\u2019s still kind of pissed off that I grew up.\u201d Feelings weren\u2019t something that they talked about in the Alvarez household, and Mindy was one of the few people who didn\u2019t let Sierra get away with deflecting the discussion.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd he knows that you\u2019re doing dangerous shit,\u201d Mindy pointed out. \u201cMy parents think I work in accounts receivable. They\u2019d be terrified if they knew what I really did. But it\u2019s not like this is a secret you can keep from the great General Alvarez. No one keeps secrets from the man who singlehandedly saved a city from alien destruction.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sierra groaned. \u201cDon\u2019t talk about Mumbai, please!\u201d She covered her face with her hands and burrowed further into the chair. The trouble with being a hero\u2019s daughter was that she could never escape his heroics. No one saw Remington Alvarez as the guy who\u2019d panicked when he needed to help her buy bras. No, he was the man whose astute observations and quick thinking had turned a would-be massacre into a minor skirmish.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe wishes you had your own Mumbai,\u201d said Mindy. \u201cIt\u2019s not that he wants destruction, but he wants you to be recognized. And as long as you\u2019re doing this<\/em>, recognition is the last thing you can have.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t give a shit about medals and ceremonies. This<\/em> is what I\u2019m good at.\u201d She\u2019d been nine when her dad had swooped in and saved her from the Wastes, but that was old enough to already know how to wear a dozen different faces depending on what she needed. A safe home and years of therapy had given her the opportunity to live a fulfilling life, but she couldn\u2019t escape those early years, not completely. They\u2019d given her the tools she needed to survive and now that she could control her own destiny, she wanted to use those tools to help others, to help her people. Anyone could hold a gun, but only someone like her could lie to the face of the head of the Oscavian Diplomatic Corps and get away with it.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou ever regret what we have to give up?\u201d Mindy asked. She grabbed a blanket from the storage bin overhead and wrapped herself up, adding to her already high level of fluff.<\/p>\n

\u201cLike what?\u201d She still had her dad, the money was good, and when she was home she was pretty much safe. What more could she need?<\/p>\n

Mindy scoffed. \u201cReally? You know, a guy? A family? It\u2019s kind of difficult to maintain a relationship when we\u2019re called off planet for months at a time with no way to communicate.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think I\u2019ve ever met a guy worth more than a few weeks of my time, and even those are rare. What\u2019s wrong with having some fun? We\u2019ve got plenty of time for families later.\u201d Though now that Mindy mentioned it, Sierra tried to remember the last time she\u2019d been on a date. Had it even been this year? She had a feeling her friend wouldn\u2019t count a hookup with one of the marines they\u2019d been briefly stationed with.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you don\u2019t want any of it?\u201d This truly seemed to baffle Mindy, whose face screwed up in a look of confusion and something approaching pity.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot enough to give all this up.\u201d<\/p>\n

A slew of curses followed by fevered hammering came from the cockpit as the ship did something Jo didn\u2019t like. Sierra and Mindy shared a look and both bit their bottom lips to keep from bursting out laughing. A moment later, footsteps pounded down the metal catwalk leading from the cockpit to the kitchen and Jo stomped through. She paused to look at both of them.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne of you babysit the damn autopilot. I need to take a shower.\u201d Without waiting for either of them to agree, she headed off towards the bathroom, muttering more curses.<\/p>\n

For once, Sierra said her silent thanks to the temperamental pilot. A few more minutes of Mindy\u2019s questioning and they\u2019d be talking weddings or babies or some shit like that, and Sierra was not in the mood to discuss things that weren\u2019t going to happen, at least not anytime soon. Unless there was some man out there who could respect what she did and appreciate her for the woman she was and not some perfect princess that he wished she\u2019d be, she\u2019d rather be single and fulfilled than paired off and miserable.<\/p>\n

And she hadn\u2019t once met a guy who wouldn\u2019t want to change her. So single it was. And that didn\u2019t make her regret anything.<\/p>\n

Not at all.<\/p>\n

\u200bChapter \u200bTwo<\/h4>\n

An uncharted topographical disturbance derailed the initial plan to land near the Lyrden<\/em> and quickly retrieve the data. Toran directed Kayde to a secondary location and within the hour, they had the ship hidden among an outcropping of rocks and were hiking over the stony terrain down the windswept peninsula. The gusts beat at Raze\u2019s hair, sending some of the longer strands into his eyes and mouth. He normally kept it cropped short, but his scheduler had malfunctioned and deleted his appointment for his last haircut. He smoothed his fingers through it and the slight mist in the air was enough to wet his hair and keep it slicked back.<\/p>\n

From space, it hadn\u2019t been obvious why Fenryr 1 remained mostly uninhabited. The weather seemed moderate, despite what they\u2019d been warned of, and green covered huge swaths of the planet, both over land and sea. But once they set down, the inhospitality became more apparent. The green that looked like trees from space was actually a dense and malodorous moss that covered everything and stuck to their boots where they walked. A few small animals darted out from the cover of the moss, only to be snatched up by birds that swarmed in dense black clouds.<\/p>\n

There was no sign of the pirates and slavers, and the path that they\u2019d charted to the ship was meant to keep them out of range of whatever detection devices and patrols they used.<\/p>\n

After several hours of walking, Raze\u2019s legs burned and his lips cracked, parched for water. He took a drink and surveyed the area around them. There was little cover, other than some stone outcroppings, and if he hadn\u2019t been tracking their coordinates, he might have believed they\u2019d been walking in place. It all looked almost the same. The suns were setting on the far horizon and a chill froze the air around them. His clothes were meant to withstand subfreezing temperatures, but he suspected that Toran would soon stop them for the night.<\/p>\n

In another setting, Toran, as the youngest of the three of them, might have been the junior member of this team. But among the legion, it was those who still had their souls who led in the field. They had the ability to adapt and follow instincts that Raze and his like had surrendered in the name of survival. And it was only soldiers who still had their souls that could make the choice to put down one of the soulless if he went over the edge. They could see the danger long before he would, long before the bodies hit the floor and blood coated the walls.<\/p>\n

Toran held up a hand to stop them. Kayde and Raze came up beside him and waited for him to speak.<\/p>\n

\u201cThose rocks look like they\u2019ll give us some cover. I want the two of you to set up camp. I\u2019ll see if I can round up food or water. Don\u2019t break into the rations until I\u2019m back.\u201d He handed off his supplies to the two of them and took off.<\/p>\n

Kayde followed Raze toward the area Toran indicated and they worked in silence to set up tents and ignite the warming block that would act as a heat source and a way to cook any potential food Toran hunted down. It gave off no scent and little light, which helped with stealth.<\/p>\n

More than an hour later, Toran returned with two small animals in hand. They were covered in fur with large ears and looked to have a good amount of meat on them. He handed them over to Kayde with instructions for him to clean the kills and test them for digestive compatibility before taking his place in setting up camp.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve set up the drones to monitor a perimeter,\u201d Toran told him. \u201cKayde can take first watch, but I\u2019ll want us to keep to the camp in case we need to make a quick retreat.\u201d<\/p>\n

Raze nodded and finished adjusting the final strap of the tent he was working on. Once he was finished, he stepped back and looked around the little camp. Tents, warming block, refuse pit, everything was set up. He took a seat on a fallen log and stared into the dim glow and let his hands soak up the heat as night fell around them.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t get bored, can you?\u201d Toran asked as he set up one of the portable chairs beside Raze.<\/p>\n

Raze thought about how to answer that for a moment. \u201cNot like you mean, I don\u2019t think. I could sit here until it\u2019s time for me to sleep, but my mind is sharper with stimulus.\u201d The first week of training after becoming soulless had been all about how not to fall into ennui now that he couldn\u2019t desire anything. The warriors who survived were the ones who found a way to keep engaged, even when engagement no longer seemed to matter.<\/p>\n

Toran studied him for several moments, his form quickly disappearing into shadow as the suns finally set. He was little more than the outline of a Detyen, the soft glow of the warming block not enough to discern details. \u201cCan I ask what it\u2019s like?\u201d<\/p>\n

Raze didn\u2019t need to clarify what he meant by \u2018it.\u2019 Most people back at the base wouldn\u2019t ask, but there was only one thing he knew that they didn\u2019t. \u201cIt isn\u2019t like anything,\u201d he said after taking another few minutes to gather his thoughts. \u201cI can remember emotions, remember desire and goals and everything else. It hasn\u2019t completely vanished. But it\u2019s the difference between a steaming hot spring and a tepid bath. Water surrounds me no matter what, but now it merely serves a function. I neither like nor dislike it.\u201d Raze paused for a moment and then unexpectedly added, \u201cI would not have chosen this if it weren\u2019t for my debt.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDebt?\u201d Even in the shadows, Raze could see Toran jerk his head in his direction and lean a little closer.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor surviving,\u201d Raze explained. \u201cMy brother and I were saved by the legion, not born into it. And we owe it to our people, as the last link to Detya.\u201d<\/p>\n

He could almost feel Toran\u2019s stare boring into him. \u201cDo you really believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI used to.\u201d It was hard to believe anything these days. He hadn\u2019t realized just how much emotion went into belief until his life dissolved into the nothing of soullessness.<\/p>\n

Toran said nothing for several moments after that before changing the subject. \u201cI hear chatter.\u201d<\/p>\n

Raze stayed silent.<\/p>\n

His teammate let out a small huff that might have been a laugh. \u201cI’m going to talk at you until you tell me to stop.\u201d<\/p>\n

Raze had realized that. \u201cWe\u2019re outside of surveillance range, I have no reason to stop you.\u201d<\/p>\n

This time he was sure<\/em> he heard the laugh. \u201cYou know about that Detyen colony in the Consortium?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d The Consortium was a system of several planets mostly ruled by humans. They\u2019d been abducted from their home world over centuries and set up their own civilization which welcomed almost any race. Raze had never been, the legion tended to stay in less populated areas of space unless a mission called for something else.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey say that one of the leaders there found his denya.\u201d Toran spoke so quietly that Raze almost had to strain to hear.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt does still happen.\u201d Even among the legion, a few had found their mates.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe’s human.\u201d<\/p>\n

Those two words froze Raze in place, rooting him to the ground. \u201cWhat?\u201d Something like curiosity nipped at his mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cA human denya.\u201d Wonder filled Toran\u2019s voice at the thought. \u201cMated to a Detyen. I don’t know if it’s just a fluke. Maybe she’s not all human. But wouldn’t that be\u2026\u201d he trailed off.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy now? Detyens have had some contact with humans for a long time. Why did none find a mate among them until now? This sounds like a story, a legend.\u201d Though humanity\u2019s expansion into space hadn\u2019t begun in earnest until after the destruction of Detya, there\u2019d been some level of contact for centuries, whether through the Consortium or humans abducted from their home planet. Raze had never heard of a human becoming mated to a Detyen in that time.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean like warriors who give up their emotions to live longer than a biologically mandated death sentence?\u201d Even he could recognize the sarcasm dripping from Toran\u2019s words.<\/p>\n

\u201cToran\u2026 don’t get your hopes up.\u201d If he\u2019d heard this story three years ago, Raze could only imagine how he would have felt. And how he\u2019d have been crushed as his birthday approached and that hope was snuffed out again.<\/p>\n

\u201cAw, I’d almost think you were worried for me.\u201d Toran placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a friendly squeeze. Raze sat still and took it. Contact didn\u2019t exactly hurt, but it reminded him of things that were no longer his.<\/p>\n

\u201cI would be.\u201d If he still had the capacity.<\/p>\n

A beep cut through their conversation and Toran\u2019s wrist communicator lit up. He sighed. \u201cI need to go check on Kayde. He’s due for an eval.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd me?\u201d He and Kayde needed to be closely monitored to ensure that they didn\u2019t compromise the mission. Toran would run through basic diagnostics on a daily basis while they could spare the time.<\/p>\n

But his fellow Detyen only shook his head. \u201cYou’re good. I’ll see you later.\u201d<\/p>\n

Raze let him go without another farewell. He sat there for a long time staring at the warming block and considering everything that had just been said. Thankfully, he could not hope and he could not regret. He didn\u2019t know what he\u2019d do with the information Toran had given him if that were the case. And the hollow core in his chest might have ripped open and bled if he could feel anything other than the mildest pang of longing.<\/p>\n

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***<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve got us landing by this piece of crap old ship,\u201d Jo said as they orbited Fenryr a final time. \u201cShould give us good cover from any surveillance. This craft is small enough that they\u2019ll just think we\u2019re another piece of debris.\u201d<\/p>\n

Unlike the departure from Earth, Sierra was strapped to her seat in the cockpit for their entry into the potentially hostile planet. She had her blasters strapped to her sides, communications devices secured, and a first aid kit within reach if they needed it. All signs indicated that the slavers and pirates had no idea they were coming, but she liked to be prepared in case the cold mission turned hot. That was a lesson she\u2019d only needed to learn once.<\/p>\n

\u201cEntry path is clear,\u201d Mindy confirmed. The navigation visor covered half of her head, feeding her information from the hundreds of sensors studded to the outside of their craft.<\/p>\n

\u201cAffirmative. Entering orbit in thirty seconds.\u201d<\/p>\n

Anticipation bubbled in Sierra\u2019s veins. A feeling of restless uselessness had been dogging her for the entire flight. She could take over either Jo\u2019s or Mindy\u2019s position and do an adequate job if the circumstances called for it, but everything had gone off without a hitch so far, leaving her sitting on her ass for the past three days. That was a good<\/em> thing, she reminded herself. Still, it was just about her time to shine.<\/p>\n

Best navigator. Best pilot.<\/p>\n

And now, it was time for the best operative to get into position.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t say anything while Jo concentrated on getting them through the atmosphere at a blistering pace. They came in hot in the hopes that any sensors would read them as a meteorite, rather than a hostile ship. Once they were in place, they\u2019d split, with Jo guarding the ship, Mindy finding high ground to run surveillance, and Sierra getting up close and personal with the kinds of assholes who thought it was okay to steal and sell people. Well, as up close and personal as a person could get without actually being seen or sensed in any way by the enemy.<\/p>\n

With a final jolt, they punched through the atmosphere and crashed down in what felt like a free fall. Sierra gripped the armrests of her chair hard enough to hurt her fingers and her jaw ached from being clenched so tight. Jo’s the best,<\/em> she reminded herself. This is all going to plan.<\/em><\/p>\n

That didn’t make the semi-controlled landing feel<\/em> any safer though. But in a matter of minutes they were out of the sky and nestled into a rocky outcropping within sight of the shipyard.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey must be stripping these pieces of junk,\u201d Mindy said as she leaned forward to get a better view through the screen. \u201cThat guy over there has to be more than a hundred years old. God, the tech must suck.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Jo started to scoff but the noise lodged in her throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Mindy demanded.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat’s an XA model from the Oscavian Empire. It’s not some dinky Earth ship that could barely make it out of the solar system without a malfunction. Some of the best ships in the galaxy are old as fuck. Just because humans haven’t been travelling for millennia doesn’t mean the rest of space is so far behind.\u201d Jo, too, leaned forward, but from what Sierra saw of her face, she wasn’t disappointed by the old ships. She looked like a kid in a candy store.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe don’t have time for sightseeing,\u201d Sierra reminded them as she undid her safety harness. \u201cI want our scans done ASAP. The sun is getting low and I don’t want to lose the light.\u201d<\/p>\n

Both women whipped around and glared at her. Sierra sent them a smirk. Not much could get her navigator and her pilot on the same side, she’d need to remember this for the future.<\/p>\n

Despite the glares, they got to work while Sierra got ready. While her goal was to remain unseen by any of the planet’s inhabitants, she knew she couldn’t count on it. Most of the human women on Fenryr would be caged and possibly collared. But Sierra wasn’t about to dress herself up as a slave. While media shows back home liked to portray slavers and pirates as barbarians, from experience Sierra knew they didn’t look all that different from the mercenaries she’d worked with on various jobs. Knives went into sheathes on her arms and around her waist. She pulled an old synth-leather jacket out of her luggage and slid it over her shoulders. Heavy, tight pants and thick boots gave her protection from the elements and some weapons, and a dark knit hat covered her hair, disguising the burnt umber tone. If they’d been on a space station or some civilized place, she might have taken the time to do up her makeup and play up the sexy vibe. But Fenryr 1 wasn’t designed for socializing, and she was here for business.<\/p>\n

When she came out of her quarters, Jo looked her up and down and gave a licentious whistle. \u201cIf you showed up at a bar back home looking like that, I might just buy you a drink.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sierra laughed and shook her head. \u201cYou just like that I look like I could kick your ass.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, yeah.\u201d When Mindy came up behind Sierra, Jo\u2019s face shuttered and she turned back to the console. \u201cScans are finished. There\u2019s activity to the south, but we should be out of their range. If anything comes up, I\u2019ll follow protocol to evade them and protect the ship.\u201d She handed over two bracelets. \u201cThe locators are working well. If the light turns red, I\u2019m heading your way. Standard call procedure if you need a pick up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sierra slipped on the bracelet and saw Mindy do the same. \u201cGood luck, be safe,\u201d she told her team. \u201cLet\u2019s get this done.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u200bChapter \u200bThree<\/h4>\n

Something about what Toran said the night before nipped at Raze\u2019s conscience, but when he woke up the next morning, he pushed the thoughts aside. So what if human mates had been discovered? It couldn\u2019t change his situation. He\u2019d given up the part of himself that could sense or care for a mate, so even if she did exist, he\u2019d never know. That, at least, was a small comfort. If he could sense his mate and never claim her, he\u2019d go over the edge for sure. And while he had little life to live, his will to survive still pushed him forward every day.<\/p>\n

The three Detyens took down their camp and covered any hint that they\u2019d spent the night in the area. Once that was done, they took off on foot, heading closer to their destination in silence. Raze kept his mind alert as they moved. In the distance he saw a ship flying, but it headed away from them. Even if its sensors detected life, it was unlikely to check them out.<\/p>\n

As the suns rose high overhead, sweat dripped down Raze\u2019s neck and clung to his top. Removing a layer would be more comfortable, but he couldn\u2019t risk it when they could come under enemy fire at any moment. Even Kayde seemed bothered by the heat. He placed his fingers in the collar of his shirt and pulled, trying to circulate some air. Though his face remained impassive, his lip twitched and he gave up the effort after a moment.<\/p>\n

They came to a rise in the land and moved carefully, unable to see the path ahead of them. The caution was warranted. As soon as Toran cleared the hill, a shout rang out and he cursed, dropping down low and waving at Raze and Toran to do the same. They did without question.<\/p>\n

Crawling on his elbows and knees, Raze moved closer until he could see what Toran saw. He would have cursed too. Ten pirates, armed to the teeth, were running their way. One of them clutched something that might have been a perimeter drone, specifically, one of the drones that Toran was using to ensure that they weren\u2019t seen. They were almost impossible to detect.<\/p>\n

Almost.<\/p>\n

\u201cEngage your camouflage and try to flank them. We can\u2019t let them call in any backup.\u201d Toran kept his gaze glued to the pirates while he gave the command.<\/p>\n

Raze slunk back, making space for Kayde to take up his position. Under other circumstances, they may have been able to get away from the engagement without any bloodshed, but the drone changed things. It was military grade and didn\u2019t belong on this planet. If the pirates called for backup, the mission would be compromised in no time. They were too close to the shipyard to be discovered now.<\/p>\n

The camouflage in his uniform made him blend in seamlessly with the area around him, but the battery wouldn\u2019t last more than an hour before needing a charge and constant use caused the tech to overheat and malfunction. Raze noted the time he\u2019d engaged and moved slowly, following Toran\u2019s orders. As he got closer, he counted the pirates again and confirmed that there were ten, all armed and ready to shoot at anything that moved. Raze couldn\u2019t use his own blaster until he was in position, and he spotted at least two las cannons among the pirate\u2019s weapons. They wouldn\u2019t need to see him to kill him with those. One blast in his vicinity and he\u2019d be cut in half by the searing flames.<\/p>\n

Shouts rang out as the pirates climbed the hill where Toran and Kayde had waited. He didn\u2019t spare a glance, his men needed a distraction to handle the problem. He couldn\u2019t take out the enemy before anyone else was in danger. All he could do was his own job. And to do that, he needed cover. The moss all over the place was no good\u2014even if he laid down he\u2019d still stick out. But the territory here was even rockier than where they\u2019d bedded down for the night. He found what he needed a short jog away. Three towers of stone, close enough to dart between if he was spotted while giving him room to move if the pirates had any friends coming up behind him.<\/p>\n

He disengaged his camouflage and grabbed his weapon. Rather than aim for the men still rapidly climbing the hill, he sent a charged shot to a moss-covered rock behind the men. It exploded, the wet moss smoking wildly and making visibility hazy. He sent another shot and watched it blow a hole in what he\u2019d thought was a rock but must have been a fallen tree of some kind.<\/p>\n

The pirates didn\u2019t scatter, instead falling into a formation that suggested they had some sort of training and discipline. It wouldn\u2019t save them. Not against three warriors of the Detyen Legion on a mission to finally discover who or what had destroyed their homeland.<\/p>\n

Raze aimed his weapon, but the smoke was too much for him to risk firing. He couldn\u2019t get a shot, could barely see the outlines of bodies scattered on the ground. When the blaster fire subsided, he engaged his comms, calling up Toran for confirmation of his next move. But his comms were strangely silent, the barely audible hiss that indicated an open line too quiet.<\/p>\n

\u201cToran, are you there?\u201d he requested.<\/p>\n

Toran didn\u2019t respond and Raze tried to call again. Still nothing.<\/p>\n

The smoke began to clear and Raze counted the bodies lying on the ground. The number was difficult to discern. Someone had lost control of a las cannon and body parts were flung about. He counted seven heads on the ground. Potentially three survivors. And no response from Toran or Kayde. Raze waited a few minutes more to see if the clearing air revealed any more heads or if he saw movement from the pirates or his fellows. But all was still on the hill. The bodies needed to be hidden before the pirates and slavers could find them, and he needed to find Toran and Kayde to ensure they were safe and continue the mission. There weren\u2019t enough Detyens left in the legion, they couldn\u2019t afford to lose anyone else.<\/p>\n

That was his only concern, he tried to tell himself. But the warring priorities buzzed in his head, freezing him in place. This<\/em> was why the soulless didn\u2019t lead. Both objectives were equally important: hide the bodies, find the men. And Raze didn\u2019t know which one he should do first.<\/p>\n

Calm down, Raze<\/em>. He could almost hear his younger brother, Dryce, speaking to him. You can do this, just pick one.<\/em> He\u2019d said that at their first meeting after Raze lost his soul when he\u2019d needed to choose a meal in the mess. Raze had frozen in place, unable to choose between one dish and another since neither held any significance to him. He didn\u2019t crave the taste or texture and they had the same nutritional value. Neither was better or worse than the other.<\/p>\n

Bodies first.<\/p>\n

Toran and Kayde could be right there, injured or simply with malfunctioning comms devices. If Raze went to deal with the bodies, then he could find out whether that was true or not. And if it wasn\u2019t, he\u2019d use any information he found on the bodies to hunt down Toran and Kayde and recover them before continuing with the mission.<\/p>\n

Plan in hand, he took off at a fast clip, almost choking on the rotted stench of the smoke as he ran through it. Whatever that moss was made of, it smelled terrible, like fish guts and bile that had been left out in the suns for weeks.<\/p>\n

He climbed the rise with care, weapon in hand and senses alert. But the only sound was of the gentle breeze and the dying fire. He didn\u2019t hear Kayde or Toran, and there was no sign of the surviving men. Raze studied the spot on the hill where they\u2019d crouched only minutes ago. A small patch of green caught his eye and he knelt down, placing his hand in the sticky fluid.<\/p>\n

Detyen blood. Not enough for a killing blow, but one or both of the men was injured and in the hands of the enemy.<\/p>\n

The mission had just changed. The ship and data on it could wait. He needed to find his men, make sure they were okay, and kill whoever he needed to make sure that they posed no threat to any of his people ever again.<\/p>\n

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***<\/p>\n

Sierra cursed and dove for cover when the weapons started firing. She tried to call Mindy over the comm, but something was up with the signal and all she heard from her ear piece was silence. The moss that seemed to be everywhere didn\u2019t offer much in the way of cover, but a large boulder was enough to squat behind to wait out the firefight. She tried to get a look around to see if she was in anyone\u2019s sights, but the band of pirates climbing the hill off in the distance seemed more concerned with the blaster fire coming from their front and the explosive charged shots aimed at their rear.<\/p>\n

Trouble in paradise? Intel hadn\u2019t said anything about factional violence, but pirates and slavers weren\u2019t the most forgiving bunch. She\u2019d keep her eyes peeled for any other signs of trouble, but this could just as easily be some dumb squabble.<\/p>\n

Smoke stung her eyes and the stench made her gag. What the fuck was the damn moss made of? She was far enough away that she didn\u2019t have trouble breathing, but that didn\u2019t help when she still wanted to throw up from how bad it smelled. While the smoke grew thicker, the sound of blaster fire cut off. A few strangled moans echoed eerily across the rocks near her, but otherwise it was silent. She tried her comm again, but still nothing. She was still close enough to the shipyard that she suspected something there might be causing interference.<\/p>\n

Sierra waited to see who came out the winner of the firefight. Her fingers itched to grab her blaster and finish off the unsuspecting champions. Chances were, anyone who found the bodies would think they\u2019d all done each other in. But she kept her hands off her blaster. That wasn\u2019t the mission and she wasn\u2019t going to screw this up and endanger the women who\u2019d been captured. The information she gathered out here could be instrumental to freeing them.<\/p>\n

Minutes ticked by and nobody moved. Maybe they had<\/em> finished each other off, but something was bugging her, something was off.<\/em> Sure, pirates fought all the time in space, but whoever was living here had to be living under some sort of organization. They might not have any law or military, but they wouldn\u2019t have lasted a year if gangs of a dozen men got into fire fights with any regularity. And that had been some heavy duty weaponry. Despite the stench of the smoke, she caught a hint of the burning ozone smell of las fire. That shit meant business. It could eat through just about anything and had only one use: destruction. A blaster fight between rivals? That she could understand. But bringing a las cannon to this kind of battle showed they meant business.<\/p>\n

Maybe this was all part of some leadership challenge and the place was on the brink of war. Given the intel they had, that might be why the pirates were moving on. But one fight wasn\u2019t enough to think that was true. Not yet. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind with a note to keep an eye out for anything that might be relevant, and then she was on the move.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t make it far before darting back behind her boulder as some of the survivors started moving. She grabbed binoculars from her belt and slipped the sleek glasses on. She spotted three men in gear not that dissimilar from her own. One had a blaster out while the other two dragged two other men, one with golden skin and the other a greenish blue. Two of the slavers were human, the other a humanoid with purple skin and no hair. Oscavian if she had to guess from this distance. She couldn\u2019t identify the species of the guys being dragged, but that didn\u2019t matter for the moment.<\/p>\n

They moved with the slick efficiency of those accustomed to stealing people, and though Sierra was watching them closely, they disappeared between one blink and the next.<\/p>\n

What the hell?<\/p>\n

She refocused her binoculars, but it was like they\u2019d never existed. All that was left in their place was the haze of smoke and a pile of dead bodies. Curiosity urged her closer. Though it was a trait that served her well in her line of work, Sierra forced herself to stay still. Unless there was a hidden entrance or a stashed vehicle of some kind over there, those slavers hadn\u2019t just disappeared. There were types of camouflage that could disguise people like that, and she didn\u2019t want to march on up there if she couldn\u2019t see them. Besides, it wasn\u2019t her problem.<\/p>\n

Just as she was ready to move again, she caught movement coming from the other direction. Though most of him was obscured by his clothing, she caught a hint of light green skin on his face and hands. She pressed the button on the side of the binoculars to take a recording. If the AI system couldn\u2019t identify him, maybe Jo or Mindy would recognize his kind.<\/p>\n

Something rooted her in place as she watched him cross the killing field and climb the short hill with the self-assurance of a man who thought he was invulnerable to blaster fire. He barely spared a glance for the dead bodies of his fellow slavers, but why would he? Pirates and slavers were a heartless lot, and he\u2019d been one of the guys firing at them. Hell, she was surprised he wasn\u2019t grinning from ear to ear. She couldn\u2019t quite make out the details of his face, but there definitely wasn\u2019t a grin. She couldn\u2019t see any expression at all.<\/p>\n

Her heart clenched and Sierra shook her head to clear the unwanted thought. She could barely see the guy, let alone read his emotions from almost indecipherable expressions. For all she knew, he\u2019d eaten a bad sandwich for lunch and was trying to keep from throwing up.<\/p>\n

He crested the hill and froze in place. Sierra wanted so badly to stay and see what he did that she forced herself to turn away. She needed to continue on to the coordinates where the slavers were keeping the women and plant her surveillance gear. The sooner she had that information, the sooner they could work to get the women to safety.<\/p>\n

The first step was the hardest, when something in her chest was tugging at her to turn back around and\u2026 well, she wasn\u2019t sure what she was supposed to do. She only knew that she didn\u2019t want to leave. But that was too bad. He was just some pirate, better off dead or caught in a power struggle. And there was no reason for her to tell him that his buddies had been dragged off by survivors. No reason to offer help.<\/p>\n

That<\/em> was crazy talk, and finally got her feet moving away.<\/p>\n

\u200bChapter \u200bFour<\/h4>\n

Nothing. No scent, no tracks, no more blood. Nothing that would tell Raze where Toran and Kayde were. He recounted the bodies they\u2019d left behind and was sure that only seven of the ten pirates they\u2019d encountered were there. He spared a minute to dig out his information tablet to try and call up the trackers that Toran and Kayde were both wearing. Neither of them came up, but neither did his own, which meant that whatever was interfering with the signal in their comms was also interfering with the tracker. He stuffed the tablet back in his pocket and turned his attention to the bodies.<\/p>\n

It was grueling work to make them disappear. The ground was too rocky to easily dig a pit, but he got lucky. A little more than a hundred meters from the hill there was a moss covered bog and a quick scan showed that it was deep enough to make seven men disappear, at least for a little while. It didn\u2019t matter if they were discovered after he\u2019d retrieved his men and they\u2019d completed the mission. The bodies just needed to stay gone long enough for them to get off the planet without being found.<\/p>\n

By the time he finished he was covered in sweat and his muscles ached. Each of the slavers was covered in muscles and many of them were just as big as he was. The work took hours and the suns were beginning to set. But he couldn\u2019t take the time to find a place to camp. He needed to get a signal and see if he could call up information on the trackers. If not, he\u2019d need to figure out another way to find them. Raze called up his scheduler and set the time. Protocol gave him seventy-two hours to act in his own capacity without reporting back if Toran and Kayde were incapacitated. If he didn\u2019t find them \u200bbefore that, he\u2019d need to return to the ship and get orders from HQ.<\/p>\n

But as soon as Raze put the scheduler away, he let that thought slip from his mind. He would find his fellow soldiers.<\/p>\n

He searched the area methodically after setting a drone to scan for any other hostile forces in the area. But it seemed that the group they\u2019d encountered was the only danger for the moment. He covered every centimeter of the hill and the area beyond it, what would have been out of sight when he was shooting from beyond the rocks.<\/p>\n

Nothing.<\/p>\n

No more blood. No tracks. No clues. If he hadn\u2019t been nearby for the entire encounter, he might have believed that a stealth ship of some kind had taken them hostage. If that were the case, he had no prayer of finding them. He had to examine his other options, the ones he could do something about.<\/p>\n

Raze turned around. Night had fallen, but the moon in the sky overhead was bright enough to see by. His bones were heavy from the long trek and the exertion of disposing of the pirates, but he could go for a long time before collapsing, days perhaps. He let the pain and weight of the day lay heavy on him and held the physical sensation close. It wasn\u2019t emotion, but it was as close as he could get now.<\/p>\n

He gave up on the hill and fanned out. While there were no clues at the abduction site, that didn\u2019t mean that all hope was lost. A few hundred meters away he found tracks that had pressed hard into the mossy ground, as if a heavy vehicle had sat there for some time. The tracks headed toward the hill before disappearing, he discovered as he walked alongside them a second time. They disappeared so quickly that the vehicle must have engaged its hover mode.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t enough evidence, not yet, but he was willing to think that this<\/em> had been the vehicle used to take Kayde and Toran.<\/p>\n

He took out the mostly destroyed drone that the pirates had discovered and checked to see if any of the memory or display function had survived. They were sturdy beasts, meant to work through the toughest conditions that a habitable planet could offer. And while they could be destroyed by a determined person, it took a little know how to truly damage them beyond use.<\/p>\n

The pirates lacked that know how.<\/p>\n

It wouldn\u2019t fly again, not without significant repairs, but the memory drive and holo display had survived well enough that Raze could view what the drone had picked up before and during the fight. He found a boulder that came up to his waist and set the drone down, engaging the display and quickly navigating through hours of data that were useless to him.<\/p>\n

There.<\/p>\n

The drone shook as something struck it and air whooshed by in a dizzying drop as it felt to the ground. He didn\u2019t get a good look at the pirates, not with the machine so unstable, but he\u2019d found the time he needed. He let it play through slowly and shut off any thoughts he had of the battle. This was an entirely new, if disorienting, perspective and he didn\u2019t need his preconceived thoughts interfering.<\/p>\n

At some point in the fight, the drone had fallen out of the hands of the pirate who was holding it and the angle was all wrong to see what happened to Toran and Kayde. But Raze let the holo play through in case there was anything that could help.<\/p>\n

It took several minutes, though at the end of it all, the fight had taken less than a quarter of an hour. Skirmishes were always shorter than he\u2019d thought they\u2019d be before he became a warrior.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t see the survivors who took Toran and Kayde. He didn\u2019t see most of the battle. But the holo feed gave him something just as important. A witness. It was a brief hint of a moment. She\u2014and he was almost certain the pirate he saw was a she\u2014ducked out from behind a stone pile and made her way closer to the fight. Raze enhanced the display, making it larger in hopes of getting a better view of her.<\/p>\n

Dark leathers, bound hair, pale skin. Human, he thought, though the image was blurry enough that he could be wrong. His gut said he was right, though. A human female pirate who\u2019d witnessed the whole thing.<\/p>\n

She seemed to freeze after the fight, watching out for something. Did she see the pirates take his team? She walked away after several minutes of watching and he could not see any emotion on her face. Did the sight of her dead fellows make her feel\u2026 anything? Or was she just another heartless pirate bent on destruction and pillage?<\/p>\n

This was a slave colony, he reminded himself. The pirates and slavers worked together to sell people to the highest bidder, which made this woman, this witness, one of the worst scum in the universe. He could do whatever he needed to get the information he was after.<\/p>\n

His focus sharpened, noting the path she used to escape. He found it easily after stashing the drone away where it was unlikely to be found. It was too big to be easily carried.<\/p>\n

Before setting off on the journey to find the pirate woman, he forced himself to eat a nutrient bar and take a half an hour to rest. Night was all around and if Toran were here, he\u2019d be ordering Raze to take the entire night. But Toran was gone, captured and possibly undergoing torture or worse. The longer Raze waited, the longer they suffered and the longer it would be before they could complete their mission.<\/p>\n

The time passed in silence with no animals or insects crying in the night. Once upon a time, he might have found that eerie, but now he merely noted the fact as he sat as silent as the night. Once his food digested and his limbs no longer threatened to give out from the stress of the day, he pushed himself to his feet and continued on, chasing down his lead.<\/p>\n

Tracking a stranger on a strange planet at night was no easy task. But he\u2019d find her or die trying.<\/p>\n

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***<\/p>\n

She was so close she could taste it. As night fell, it got trickier to move around, but Sierra used the cover of darkness to her advantage. She moved with stealth, cloaked in shadows, unseen and unnoticed, taking stock of her surroundings and looking for points of attack and extraction that could be used when a team came in to recover the stolen women.<\/p>\n

The static crackling in her ear was a welcome reminder that she\u2019d made contact with Mindy after getting away from that dead zone. Dead in more ways than one. She idly wondered what had happened to the surviving pirate that she\u2019d seen. Had he called help for his friends? Or was he now gathering allies to make a move against some weakened faction on this hell planet?<\/p>\n

That kind of information needed to go in her report. She wouldn\u2019t add that she\u2019d wondered what color eyes he had or if he was as strong as he looked from a distance, wondered if he could lift her up with little effort while he\u2014<\/p>\n

Nope, she wasn\u2019t going there. Pirate, she reminded herself. Pi-rate. Evil, bad, slaver, killer. Not a sexy alien dude who could fulfill some of the fantasies she didn\u2019t even let herself think about while she was still on Earth. Besides, he probably wasn\u2019t nearly as hot as he\u2019d seemed from a distance. His teeth were probably all rotten out and he might have been all slimy and gross.<\/p>\n

Alien-human relationships were becoming more common on Earth as more aliens migrated to the planet, but Sierra was going to have to draw her personal line at gross alien-frog man slavers.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t know why she couldn\u2019t quite get him out of her head. Every step she took, every time she dodged away to hide from a patrol, every crevasse she hid in to get a better vantage to spy on the slaver settlement, he was squatting in the back of her mind, uninvited and unwanted, but she was unable to get rid of him.<\/p>\n

Night had fallen in truth now and Sierra needed a place to hide for a few hours. At the moment she was close enough to hear the moans and screams of the captured women and her heart tore in half at the sounds. She wanted to rush in, open the gates, and set them free. But that would only end up with her dead or captured, doomed alongside them.<\/p>\n

The slavers were enjoying dinner and\u2026 entertainment. She tried not to think too hard about what that entertainment consisted of, even as the screams gave her little doubt. But given a few hours of revelry, they\u2019d be at their weakest, the watches minimal, the alcohol and drugs consumed, and the men, women, and other beings tired out from the partying. All she had to do was stay hidden for long enough and then she\u2019d have plenty of time to gather data at the safest point of night.<\/p>\n

She ended up on the middle branch of a squat tree on a hill near the settlement. There hadn\u2019t been tree cover for most of her journey here, but around the settlement, there was a veritable forest of new growth. It might have helped with the air quality, or maybe they just liked the decoration, she neither knew nor cared. She took a few surveillance photos and settled in for the wait.<\/p>\n

Would her\u2014 no, not her<\/em>, what the fuck\u2014that<\/em> pirate show up here? Would she see him again? For a moment she imagined him showing up, guns blazing, in a reveal that he\u2019d been a double agent all along. She shook her head with an embarrassed smile. There had to be something weird in the air here to have her thinking such crazy thoughts. She\u2019d never before caught a glance of a dude on a mission\u2014let alone an enemy\u2014and started daydreaming.<\/p>\n

But she wanted to know his name, and his species, and if they were biologically compatible. She wanted him to not be a pirate, to be an ally she\u2019d never imagined finding. She wanted\u2026<\/p>\n

Okay, when she got back to Earth, she was going to get laid. This was fucking nuts. Thank every god out there that neither Mindy nor Jo could see her now. They\u2019d be giving her so much shit. And she would 100% deserve it.<\/p>\n

Crazy space air. There was probably sex pollen here, or sex moss, something that made her think of sex when it was beyond inappropriate. Something beyond hormones denied for far too long.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve detected movement three hundred meters away,\u201d Mindy came in over the comms, almost like she could detect what Sierra had been thinking.<\/p>\n

\u201cHeading this way?\u201d Sierra whispered back. The night wasn\u2019t silent; wind whipped around her and the revelry and terror from the settlement was carried with it. But she couldn\u2019t be too careful. A tree didn\u2019t provide that<\/em> much cover.<\/p>\n

\u201cAffirmative. Suggest you find a different position to the north of your current location.\u201d Mindy was monitoring everything through a mix of a hijacked satellite feed and drone footage. They could have gathered most of the relevant information from her surveillance alone, but there was no use in wasting a trip of so many light years and not getting human eyes on the location.<\/p>\n

\u201cCopy that.\u201d Sierra climbed to the edge of the branch and tried to see if she could spot the patrol that Mindy had warned her about. It was too dark and they were too far away, but that gave her the advantage. She clambered down quickly and made her move, keeping to the deepest shadows cast by trees, rocks, and buildings. Either drone and electronic security was too expensive, or the slavers just didn\u2019t care, but it was her saving grace. She could evade people far more easily than she could technology.<\/p>\n

But she couldn\u2019t defend against a blow that she didn\u2019t see coming. The skin on the back of her neck prickled, but before Sierra could even think to turn around and scan her surroundings, something punched her spine and she fell to her knees, the world around her blotted out to darkness.<\/p>\n

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***<\/p>\n

She came to with a splitting headache and her nerves crackling from the stun blast. It wasn\u2019t the first or the tenth time that she\u2019d been shot, but it hurt like hell every time and she wanted to turn over and curl up into a ball to stop the pain. But Sierra held herself still, trying to keep her breathing even. One eye opened a crack and she saw everything through a veil of eyelashes.<\/p>\n

Everything<\/em> wasn\u2019t much. The stars sparkled in the sky above. She\u2019d need to move her head to see anything more than that sliver of freedom. The silence in her ear wasn\u2019t a good sign. Normally she couldn\u2019t feel the communicator that rested snugly against her skin, but it always gave off a faint noise when she was in range, like a very subtle ringing in her ears. She wanted to reach up and feel if the device was still there, but if she was under guard, she didn\u2019t want that<\/em> to be what alerted her captors to her consciousness.<\/p>\n

Not if she could find a weapon.<\/p>\n

For some reason her hands weren\u2019t bound, and she hoped that was a sign of general incompetence. She let her fingers dig into the ground at her sides, searching for a rock or a piece of glass or anything she could use to bludgeon a slaver bent on making her his. All there was under her fingers was loose dirt and gravel. She curled a fist around some, deciding it was better than nothing.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t hear the sounds of the revelry, which meant it was either later than she thought, or she\u2019d been dragged far away.<\/p>\n

A shuffle to her right caught her attention and she gave up the pretense of unconsciousness and opened her eyes as she turned. Shock rocked through her as her eyes locked with the green alien slaver she\u2019d seen earlier that day. He was tall, at least six inches taller than her. He kept his dark hair short, but her fingers itched to touch it, which was one of those crazy impulses that was going to get her killed one day. Under his thick clothes, he looked built enough to bench press a small car and he carried himself with a predatory grace she might have found attractive back on Earth. But not from a slaver.<\/p>\n

She had to be suffering from a concussion or oxygen deprivation to be thinking like this now. He froze, a length of rope in hand, his dark eyes intent on her. For a moment, she thought she saw a flash of red, but it must have been a trick of the moonlight.<\/p>\n

I know you.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/p>\n

What? No she didn\u2019t. He was a fucking slaver who was about to tie her up and have his way with her. That was not<\/em> how she was about to spend this mission, especially if she couldn\u2019t rely on her comms.<\/p>\n

She flung the dirt and gravel straight at his face and sprang to her feet, taking off in a run. She\u2019d figure out where she was later, she just needed to get away, out of range of his blaster. She expected shouting or a curse and the silence was so unnerving that she had to turn around to make sure he was actually on her tail.<\/p>\n

Yup, there he was, right behind her, his long legs eating up the distance between them like it was nothing.<\/p>\n

She sped up, but despair blossomed in her chest. There was no way she was going to make it to safety. She was screwed.<\/p>\n

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***<\/p>\n

A shock of something <\/em>ripped through Raze in that moment when their eyes locked. He faltered and pain scored his chest as if claws raked him from shoulder to hip. In a blink it was gone as the pirate woman flung grit at him with astonishing accuracy and was off running like an Oscavian hound was on her heels. He stumbled for a moment, heart pounding so hard it threatened to beat out of his chest.<\/p>\n

He clenched his fists and for one crazy second his claws threatened to slide out of his hands as something they couldn\u2019t define washed over him.<\/p>\n

Find her, that foreign urge demanded. Protect her. Claim her.<\/p>\n

He could almost feel it, could almost recognize what it was, but his mind rejected the impossibility even before his feet moved and the chase was on. He didn\u2019t pull out his blaster. Though the pirate had quickly recovered from the stun, far more quickly than he\u2019d thought possible, two shots in such a short amount of time might do permanent harm to her. Why he cared about that, he wasn\u2019t sure, but his gun remained in its holster all the same.<\/p>\n

She glanced back and that was her undoing. He had height on her, and endurance. He could run for days and not give in to exhaustion or pain. No pirate training was a match for a Detyen warrior.<\/p>\n

Though he wondered why she hadn\u2019t cried out, hadn\u2019t tried to raise an alarm. Surely she must have some allies in the nearby settlement. They were probably too far away to be heard, but didn\u2019t creatures such as she rely on hope like that for survival? Or were her enemies too numerous that she doubted help would come?<\/p>\n

He closed the distance between them in easy strides until he could almost reach her with a swipe of his arm. Just as he launched the final step, she dropped and rolled to the side, her hand coming up with a small knife he must have missed on her person.<\/p>\n

\u201cFucking pirate scum,\u201d she spat as she rolled to her feet, knife held confidently in her hand and absolute disgust written across her features.<\/p>\n

Pirate scum? \u201cYou\u2019re the pirate,\u201d he replied without thought, keeping his distance. His claws should be out now, with her on her back at his mercy, her cheeks flushed and breath coming in hard as she panted under him. What that <\/em>stirred froze him in place, his body rocking with sensation he hadn\u2019t known in years, sensation he could barely remember.<\/p>\n

The distraction cost him and she took advantage, swiping in with the knife in a move that showed practice and training to rival his own. His instincts took over and he rolled with her, taking her arm and flipping her as she cut a ragged wound across his shoulder. The hot flash of pain brought his focus back and they rolled together, neither able to take a position of advantage on the ground.<\/p>\n

The woman\u2014not a pirate?\u2014sprang back up and jumped on the balls of her feet, those cheeks flushed like he\u2019d imagined and her eyes glinting bright in the moonlight. \u201cOf course a giant like you isn\u2019t going to make it easy for me. What are you, anyway?\u201d The run and the fight hadn\u2019t winded her and as his subdermal translator worked, he realized she wasn\u2019t speaking IC, interstellar common. His translator identified her language of origin as English, an Earth language. Strange.<\/p>\n

Remaining silent would frustrate her, but Raze couldn\u2019t stop himself from answering. \u201cDetyen.\u201d He should have kept it hidden in case she escaped and reported back, but he found himself wanting to talk to her, and he hadn\u2019t wanted anything in so long that he couldn\u2019t deny this one simple thing.<\/p>\n

She blew at an errant strand of hair, ruby red in the moonlight, as her eyes narrowed. Her eyes flicked down to his hip, where his blaster remained holstered. The distance between them wasn\u2019t long, both of them standing just out of reach of one another, but it might as well have been a deep chasm. <\/p>\n

\u201cWhy aren\u2019t you shooting me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t\u2014\u201d he couldn\u2019t finish the sentence. He didn\u2019t know how <\/em>to finish the sentence. In the last ten minutes, he\u2019d been more alive than he\u2019d been in two years and his control was shot. If Toran or Kayde saw him, they\u2019d order him put down in a second, and he\u2019d deserve it. He wasn\u2019t thinking clearly, wasn\u2019t operating at acceptable capacity. He wanted to\u2026 he wanted<\/em> and for a soulless Detyen, there could be nothing worse.<\/p>\n

That narrowed gaze of hers relaxed a fraction and she took a step back, her knife still out, but the hold not quite as threatening as it had been only a moment ago.<\/p>\n

They stared at one another, neither sure of what action to take. No, Raze knew what he should do, what he must do. Anything that would give him the information he needed about his men so that he could retrieve them and complete the mission, find the data they\u2019d been assigned to retrieve and return home to his bleak existence, where nothing awaited him except years more of gray emptiness until he came to his natural end by his own hand or that of his fellow soldiers.<\/p>\n

And that should bring up no reaction in him except acceptance. He\u2019d chosen the path when he let his soul be ripped apart in the name of the survival of his people.<\/p>\n

But in this endless moment between him and this strange woman, he wished that he\u2019d taken another path, one he\u2019d never realized was there in the first place.<\/p>\n

The woman broke him out of his daze. \u201cYou\u2019re not a pirate, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Before he could answer, he caught a hint of movement and light out of the corner of his eye. He moved without thought, launching himself at the woman and tackling her to the ground, his hand clasping her wrist and keeping the knife away from anything important. For a moment, their hands met, skin to skin, and agony ripped through his body and he held it close with a silent scream.<\/p>\n

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