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them?”
    “Because they are humans. They are people and their father is there, and he loves them. You can’t leave them to die.”
    “So you want me to take the children. And then what do we do with them?”
    “No, I want you to take them all. Not to your planet, but to somewhere safe. It will only take a few minutes to get them on board, then fly them to the nearest town and let them out.” She took a step towards him. “Please.”
    But the face looking back at her seemed cold, unemotional, and she feared he wouldn’t change his mind.
     

Chapter Six – Garth
     
    “Okil,” Garth called. “We have a problem.”
    The female in front of him, who now stood with a pitiful, pleading look on her face, looked past him to where Okil was looming up behind him. She knew they could force her to come with them, and yet she stood her ground, no longer pleading, but asking, and something inside of him stirred. She was honourable and loyal.
    “Please, my friends, they will die if you don’t help them, the rain is wetting the sand, the acid will burn them.”
    “Garth, spread a sheet out across the hold floor. They can all go in there when they are aboard. How many are there?” he asked the woman.
    “Twenty,” she said.
    “Twenty won’t fit,” Garth replied, already heading for the hold.
    “Yes they will; twenty humans are only as big as ten of us. We can get them in.”
    “And if we sink?” Garth asked.
    “You won’t let that happen, my friend,” Okil said. “I heard you bragging you were the best pilot on Karal, that you know everything there is to know about these cruisers. Well, now might be a time to live up to that.”
    Garth looked once more at the woman, and knew he had to make this work. To impress her .
    What was wrong with him? He already felt stirrings of desire for her, or was it the prime calling, his biological clock wanting to mate with a female so he could have a son? A child to carry his warrior genes forward into another generation.
    He turned to go to the hold, and she was behind him, “I’ll help,” she said.
    “I can manage,” he answered, but the colours skimming his hand told him he wanted her there, close to him. Was she putting some kind of spell on him?
    “We’ll work faster together,” she said, and cocked her head to one side, waiting for him to argue.
    Garth turned and went into the hold, reaching up to grab one of the canvas sheets they usually used to cover cargo so that it didn’t roll around. Handing her one corner, he pulled the sheet open, and they went around, spreading it out, so that it was flat on the floor.
    She took her pack off her back and placed it down, then said, “Is that it? Can we get them on board now?”
    He nodded, taking in the red patches on her face where the acid rain had touched her skin. “Yes, let’s go and join Okil. I am sure he has a plan.”
    “Thank you,” she said, her face showing her gratitude. “I … I couldn’t leave them to die.”
    He didn’t answer, didn’t remind her of the overcrowded planet she lived on and that the Earth would not miss a couple of dozen parasites. Yet she didn’t look like a parasite, and he felt his perception of humans shift. They were people with feelings, with emotions, more emotions than the Karal. And that was probably their weakness.
    “Ready?” Okil asked. He was at the top of the ramp, and in his hand he held a rope. “We hold the end, and then one of us goes down and helps the others to grab onto it, so that they do not get lost walking up the ramp.
    “Get lost?” Garth asked. “They only have to walk twenty feet.”
    “Twenty feet in the rain and with sand blowing about, that won’t be easy.” Okil was tying the rope off on the inside of the ship. “They aren’t as strong as you, Garth.”
    “I see that,” Garth said, looking at Tamzin, and admiring her feminine curves. He had never been this close to a female, not a real living, breathing female. The sim, which he had been