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with a very bent metal tray raised above her head. All three women looked at Zoltin in silence. Zoltin looked around his medical unit in disbelief. Several tables were lying in pieces, one of the tinted windows between his office and the unit was cracked, there was a hole in the wall, and three out of the four men were unconscious. Zoltin’s eyes flickered over to where Tammit was laid out on his back. His face was a bloody mess. The man Ariel had fought didn’t look much better and the one Trisha had just hit and pushed into the wall was lying face down so he couldn’t see how much damage was done.
    Zoltin had been about to say something when the doors to the medical unit opened again. Jarak, the V’ager’s head of security, stood at the door looking in disbelief at the destruction in the medical unit. His gaze swept to the three men lying unconscious on the floor in a bloody heap before moving to where one of his security men was pinned under the commander’s symbiot. It was growling menacingly at the man who remained frozen under it.
    “What in all the names of the Gods and Goddesses is happening?” Jarak asked in disbelief.
    His eyes narrowed on the three human females who were still frozen in place. He watched as the light-haired female with the short hair stood up straighter and smoothed the top of the medical gown down over the front of her as if she didn’t have a concern in the world. His gaze moved to the other female who had long, curly hair. He watched as she slowly lowered the tray she was holding over her head and let it drop with a clang to the floor, grimacing at the loud noise in the now silent room. He finally looked at the one standing in front of the others. She was holding a piece of a table in her hand and glared rebelliously at him when he pointedly looked at it.
    “Jarak,” Zoltin said clearing his throat. “Perhaps, you could find other arrangements for the females. It might be safer for the crew if they were not… exposed to them at this time.”
    “We want to be returned to our planet,” Ariel said taking a step forward.
    “Yeah,” Carmen said moving up beside Ariel. “Now! I’ve got things to take care of and the sooner you return us the sooner you can get your ship back in shape.”
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    Jarak gritted his teeth. First the transporter room, then the tiny human female who was systematically destroying everything, now this! He wished he had never heard of these females. They were more trouble than they were worth. If it was not for the fact that three of them had been claimed by the royal family he would happily have dumped them back on their planet and made sure there was absolutely no record of the location anywhere in their data systems. Unfortunately, they were no longer near the females’ star system and it would be impossible to return them since at least three out of the five had been claimed.
    Jarak took one more look around the room and released a deep sigh of resignation. “I will escort you to a room. You two will stay together. The other one…,” Jarak said nodding toward Trisha. “… will be escorted to a different one.” Jarak waved his hand when all three women started to protest. “The only rooms available are too small to accommodate all three of you. I have been given my orders. You will have to discuss your return to your planet with the commander of the V’ager when he is available.”
     

Chapter 3
    Mandra Reykill moved through the thick forest easily. He, his younger brother, Creon, and two other warriors were doing a quick training exercise. Mandra didn’t want to admit he needed it to burn off some of the restless energy he was feeling since his older brother’s capture and subsequent rescue from a band of renegaded Curizan militants. Mandra swerved to miss a large branch on a tree keeping to the shadows so the light wouldn’t reflect off of the silver in his scales. His massive sapphire body blended well with the dapple shades of the woods.