Fighting Lory (English Edition) (Lords Of Arr'Carthian 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

risk. Increase the engines to level three and reduce the supply to the decks we’re not using.”
    “Aye. I’ll pass on the command right away,” said Bardo, saluting before he left.
    “Damn it,” murmured Kordan again, his eyes firmly fixed on the void before him.

    Kanavirius System, Xevus3
    Blue Sector, Spaceport, Betzlawk
    27th day of the month of Jakus in the year 7067
    Federation Time

    “I’m going to go mad if we don’t find someone to take us home soon,” said Lory irritably, stomping through the spacious hotel suite that they had rented.
    Charly was sprawling on the couch, sucking on a sweet that she had bought in the morning at one of the numerous shops in the lobby.  
    “You’re completely chilled,” groaned Lory, irritated. “Doesn’t it bother you at all that we’ve been stuck here for nearly three weeks?”
    “What can we do? We have to wait for a suitable opportunity and in the meantime at least we have a roof over our heads and something to eat. We couldn’t be in a better position.”
    “But I want to leave this damn planet,” said Lory, irritably. “I’ve had enough of having my food served to me by chicks with six arms or lifts being opened for me by guys with eyes wobbling about on antennae eight inches above their heads like on snails!”
    Charly giggled.
    “I just think it’s a pity that we can’t tell anyone at home about it. They’d lock us up straight away. If only I had my iPhone with me I’d take photos.”
    Lory snorted.
    “I’m going to the bar now to indulge myself in a few drinks, then I might feel better. Are you coming with me?”
    Charly looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
    “As your slave?”
    “Oh! I forgot. OK, should I bring something back for you?”
    “If you can get hold of more of these sweets. This stuff is divine.”  
    “I’ll see what I can do. See you later.”
    She left the suite and took the lift down to the third floor where the bar and restaurant were. It was still early in the evening, so there were just two men sitting at a table in the corner and the bar was completely empty. Lory took a seat and ordered a drink from the waitress, who looked like a member of the Simpson Family with her yellow skin and greenish-blue hair.
    The cocktail, made from a type of rum with a shot of sweet liqueur and fruit juice, was quite strong. After just one glass she could fully feel the effect of the alcohol. That was, of course, the reason she was here. She wanted to ease her anxiety with alcohol. But she must take care. She had already gone through a time when she had drowned her sorrows in alcohol and she had actually given up drinking since then, but this waiting around without results was killing her. She was not made for a life of luxury and she found her role as a slave owner harder as each day passed. With Charly she had reached a sort of truce and they had almost become friends. Even though they were very different they got along amazingly well. But it was driving her mad the way she could just sit around idly with nothing bothering her. They had called on various pilots and no one seemed interested in flying the two women to earth. Only one had offered to, but on the condition that they shared his cabin with him during the flight. Lory and Charly had declined graciously. For both of them it was out of the question for them to use their bodies as a means of payment, and most definitely not to a man with a face like a pig and who was as hirsute as a gorilla. At that very thought Lory trembled again.
    “So alone,” a pleasantly rough voice pulled her from her thoughts.
    Lory turned and saw a tall, good-looking man with short, black hair and silver-grey eyes. He looked so human that, against her better judgement, she hoped he had come from earth as she had.  
    “You can keep me company,” she replied cheekily. Who knew? – perhaps he could be of assistance to her. It would not be wrong to flirt with him a little, and anyway, he was the first