awaiting the journey to Karal. “Although, I must admit I have my reservations about two of the females. I wonder if Darl’s DNA matchmaking and character references were not working properly this time.”
“Not working? Is that possible?” Rikka asked. “I would gladly go alone or with one of my fellow Karalians than take a female who will drive me utterly insane.”
“It is the Hier Council’s ruling that you take a female with you. If not, you might miss your prime.”
“I understand. But my prime could last for years. I have lots of time to father a child.” Rikka understood the arguments. If for some reason he was lost in space, his prime—the period when he was able to father a child—might pass, and his genes would be lost to the Karal forever. The Hier Council had ruled that every eligible male on Karal had to father a child in the next five years.
“I do not make the laws, Rikka. I wish I did. Anyway, the female you take will help make sure, if you find a planet, that it is suitable for human habitation.”
“Another thing I do not understand,” Rikka said. “Don’t my instruments tell me exactly what I need to know? And if the female is carrying my child, I would never put her in jeopardy by sending her to a planet that might kill my son.”
“And that, I think, is why the Council has made the ruling. It means you will check everything is perfect.”
“As if I wouldn’t anyway,” Rikka said haughtily.
“You might, my friend, but there are some among the Karal who might like to see a few thousand humans die on an alien planet. It would destroy any trust humanity has in the Karal and ruin the agreement we have.” Okil’s face grew serious; this was news to Rikka.
“Are you saying that there are Karalians who would defy the Council? I have never heard such rumours, and certainly not among the warrior class.” It puzzled Rikka. Of all the Karalians, there were none more loyal than the warriors. They were raised to protect the Hier Council above all else.
“There are murmurings. You forget that this is the first time we have tried to integrate the mothers of the next generation of our species into our society. Sharing our way of life with humans is not something many traditionalists favour.”
“I see. And some of them would like to see these missions fail? And the humans taken to the new planet die. Then what? If Earth no longer agrees to the lottery, we go back to our old ways of stealing the females we need?”
“That is exactly what some on Karal would like. The breeding house is where women belong. That is the view held strongly by some factions.”
“Factions? That is not a word I have heard used on our planet for some time.”
“It is more from the miners. The labourers who are happier to have their children raised in daycare rather than by alien mothers. They can be underground for two or three days at a time. The thought of alien females running amok while they are working does not sit well with them.”
Rikka laughed. “Can I guess where these females are headed?” He pointed to the females who had gone quiet as the ship came into land.
“You would make a good politician, Rikka. The miners are indeed about to have their first mates. I am sure once they get used to having females around, they will be more than happy.” Okil still did not look happy, and Rikka wondered how much trouble there would be, and whether the human females would settle down in the homes of men who resented them.
“Why? Why are you integrating them, Okil? It would be so much easier to have them all walled in at the breeding house. It is where our mothers lived.”
“Because everyone should have freedom. Our mothers were forced into a life they did not choose and did not want. Our fathers forced them to breed, and I would not have my son growing up in that kind of world.” He took a deep breath, glancing at Rikka. “If I tell you something, do you swear to keep it to yourself?”
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