My Alien Prince: Claimed by the Atrexu (SciFi BBW Alien Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

away for us to be visible on their instruments.”
    “Do you want to make an entrance, Ar'Ric? If they know that the heir apparent of the Atrexu Empire is on his way, they'll freak out completely. Might be fun.”
    “No, better not,” the prince said. “I want us to be as anonymous as possible. We're mainly here to observe. Of course, if our observations are fruitful, we may choose to reveal ourselves. Or not, as the case may be. We'll make that decision when we get there.”
    “Very well,” Ber'Ain said. “I'll make sure that we look just like a Deplo shuttle on their scanners.”
    “Could we disguise ourselves completely? Look invisible?” prince Ar'Ric asked. “The less attention we draw, the better.”
    “We could. That would also make it possible for us to dock with the station at a different location than the alien section they have. If we do dock there, we'll have to go through customs and so on. If we want to stay completely anonymous, it's better to enter elsewhere. Let's see.”
    The schematics of the station appeared in the air in front of them. “That looks promising.” Ev'ax pointed. “A remote part of the station, far from the alien section.”
    “Looks like a maintenance hub,” the prince observed. “So we will pass for locals, right? We won't be unusually short or too pale or too strange in other ways?”
    “I don't think that will be a problem,” Ber'Ain stated calmly. “I understand this planet has a very wide variety of humans. They'll be used to all configurations of body and face. Only our clothing may stand out. We should wear our blandest, most unspectacular garments.”
    “That's perfect! Take us there. We'll pass undetected into the station, take a look the humans and then plan further action.”
    “Stealth mode engaged,” Ber'Ain said as confirmation. “ETA six minutes from now.”

7
    E mily staggered down the hallway from the Executive section. Her knees were weak, and she half feared that she would pass out. The terrible result of the meeting with the station commander had almost knocked her out. She felt dizzy, and the anger and disappointment and despair were joining forces and setting up for a depression that she felt could take her down for good.
    Meller had completely ruined her chances here; that was plain. The commander obviously had no idea who she was in the first place and relied totally on Meller's mean-spirited and incompetent performance report.
    Not promoted... She was the first ever not to climb at least one rung higher on the space career ladder after the first two years. No one had spent more than two years on the lowest level. And now it looked like she'd be spending at least four years as a cleaner, subjected to the whims of any little cadet.
    No, she thought. That will not happen. Meller's next performance review would not be any better than the last. And then she would be sent down to Earth, fired and banned from space duty for the rest of her life.
    On Earth, there were sometimes ways to reverse an unreasonable and obviously discriminatory decision like the one the commander had just made, Emily knew. But in space, there was no recourse. No unions, no ombudsman. The space station was exempt from almost any rules about the treatment of staff, especially the lower ranks.
    But she would not let them fire her. She had some pride. It would mean the end of her dream to have a career in space, but if it came to that, she would not let anyone dismiss her.
    Fuck it. I'll just resign .

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    C adet Meller sauntered through the busiest part of the space station with the two new female sub-cadets trailing him. It was the first time he had been given responsibility for showing two new recruits the station, and he was very satisfied with himself. They had been very impressed with his leadership style and his easy manner, just as he had intended. At least one of them, the thinnest one, would be ripe for a targeted pickup routine later that evening. It couldn't fail. All