Spacer Clans Adventure 2: Naero's Gambit Read Online Free PDF

goofball.”
    She smiled at him and ran her slender fingers through his messy , curly dark hair. “You’re gonna be a great daddy to our babies some day. They’re going to love goofing around with you. You’re always so full of fun.”
    “K ids?” Naero said, trying to disguise her wide-eyed disbelief. “When is this going to happen? Not too soon, I hope.”
    Zhen shrugged and flashed Tye a smile again, patting his leg.
    “N ot for a while still. But some day. After I marry this greasy bum.”
    “H ey, I take offense at that. I may be a lot of things. But I am never greasy. Unless I’m working with grease. But I clean up well.”
    Naero blew out a breath. “Wow. I guess I just don’t picture any of us with kids yet.”
    “L ike your Aunt Sleak and Zalvano?” Tye said
    “Y eah, and twins even. Hard to believe that. But they’re old.”
    “W hat about Chaela and Remy?” Zhen noted. “They got married after the Alliance War. They might decide to have kids too.”
    “N ot for a handful of years at least, Chae says.”
    “S till,” Tye said. “It’s going to happen at some point. It’s just what people do.”
    “I guess.”
    Naero still felt uneasy about the future. Even after the wedding, she still felt like something inside her kept trying to warn her about something.
    What could it be? Just the future in general, or some specific threat?
    Around dinner time, N aero and Tarim took her shuttle over to The Dragon’s Teeth, an old burned out wreck of a strike carrier that they picked up for a song.
    A long- term project for their fixers to refit.
    She put Captain Saemar and her fighter pilots, teks, and crew in charge of th at mission.
    Naero opened and closed her hands, staring at her fingers.
    She kind of missed tecknomancing. Merging with starships, fighters, and high tek gear. Feeling the flow of Kexxian tek data through every fiber of her being. Understanding and manipulating tek on an almost magical level.
    She sighed. Even that pleasure was denied her these days. It figured.
    Her lander friend Tarim had settled in and performed well as her security chief and personal body guard.
    Tarim had always been tall and lanky, but living with Spacers conditioned him into a wiry, athletic hunk with dark hair and eyes.
    He wasn’t a Spacer, but his finely honed skills as a marksman and mastery with nearly all kinds of firearms made him a deadly shootist, and an impressive fighter in his own right.
    She knew he missed his people the miners, and especially the unusual romance he had with the enigmatic Shalaen, daughter of the Miner Consortium leader, Nevano Kinmal.
    Shalaen was half-Yattai, a race of Cosmic energy beings from a nearby dimension.
    That alone made things…interesting .
    But their duties and obligations took Tarim and Shalaen to different places, and for now they accepted that. They kept in regular contact as best they could.
    Naero hadn ’t told Tarim yet, but she planned for their trade fleet to make a lucrative sweep through the rapidly expanding and developing mining sectors.
    Now that Triax was gone.
    And good riddance. Nobody missed the fallen Gigacorps.
    The miners did very well for themselves in the aftermath of The Annexation War. With the guidance and assistance of the Clans and Joshua Tech, the industrious miners created vast new spreading markets on their expanding boomworlds and colonies. Plenty of robust trading opportunities for all.
    Their huge repressed populations expanded into the mining worlds and beyond into the colonies and even the Unknown Regions out their way. They brought their growth and hope for the future with them. Everyone seemed to benefit.
    Naero hoped that they might even link up with Nevano and his amazing daughter at some point, giving Tarim and Shalaen a chance to rekindle their relationship.
    Captain Chaela met them in the docking bay from her refitted battleship, The Ajax .
    All of them embraced.
    “How’s Remy?” Naero asked. A twinge of discomfort.
    Why