the final sequence on the console. After a few flickers, the screen came to life.
“ Atlantia Station , this is Ezekiel Amber. Mayday. Mayday. Mayday. Come in Atlantia Station . Over.” He sat back and reached for her hand, pulling her down on his lap. “It will take some time for the signal to reach them and a few moments for any return signal to make it back to us. I’m keeping the beam open so they’ll know to piggyback on it and not blow my location. It’s standard operating procedure when comming with someone in my position.”
“For a spy, you mean?” His muscles twitched slightly under her and she realized with some satisfaction that she had managed to surprise him. “Well, isn’t that what you are? Why else would you be roaming out here alone, mapping empty space?”
He tapped her nose with one finger. “You’re a pretty smart lady, but the proper term for what I was doing is reconnaissance. I was gathering intelligence on the buildup of jit pirates in this sector and ran smack into the middle of a swarm of them.”
“Not such a good spy, then, are you?” She teased him, and he retaliated with a kiss.
His kiss distracted her so much, they almost missed the crackle and hiss of the comm system as the response came in. She could see the excitement in his eyes as his gamble paid off.
“Zeke. Where the hell are you, brother? I’ve mobilized half the fleet looking for you. Over.”
She pulled back, looking at the man’s image on the comm screen. He looked a lot like Zeke in build and the sharpness of his attractive facial features, but his hair was dark as midnight, where Zeke’s was a lighter shade of honey brown. His eyes however, were harder, harsher, and darker, almost as if they had seen too much of the worst of life.
Zeke didn’t seem to mind that she was on his lap as he answered, though she was clearly in view of the vid pickup.
“Mike. I’m glad you’re there. I got hit by jit pirates and crash landed on a planet with binary suns. There are people here, Mike. An uncontaminated colony of humans. I repeat: uncontaminated. The jits are coming back for me and I need your help, buddy, before they find me and bring the virus to these good folk. I’m sending the coordinates layered under the vid on this message, plus any other data that survived the crash. I hope your techs can make some use of it.”
“An uncontaminated colony? Are you sure?” Mike asked, disbelief and hope clear in his deep voice.
“Yes, I’m sure. There are about equal numbers of men and women here. They’ve been living in seclusion by choice but their leader says it’s time to come out of hiding and rejoin the human race. Only thing is, they need protection from the pirates or the virus is going to decimate them like it decimated every other human colony.”
“I hear you, brother. Hold on a minute, we’re retrieving your data and I’m scanning for nearby ships. Back with you in a moment.” Mike stepped away from the vid pickup and the screen showed only an office with a few people working in the background.
Zeke squeezed her shoulders and captured her attention, his grin infectious. “We did it! Mike will send help. I’m betting some of our ships were already in the sector, looking for me. We’ll be able to defend your people against the jits.”
He kissed her, his enthusiasm spilling over into an exuberant kiss that made her toes curl in her shoes. She wanted to stop him at first, embarrassed that people on the other end of the call might see them, but all too easily she forgot everything but his kiss. Only the comm system’s crackle as Mike returned to the screen made her pull away.
“I’m sending Regent , Regulus , and Reliant to you directly. They’ll secure orbit around the planet and keep the jits away. Zeke, Dr. Amber is here and she wants you to hang tight. She’s readying the Sultana as we speak and they’ll be heading directly for you. She wants to examine the colony, if they’re
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