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her fingers to his neck and noticed that his
heart beat unevenly and too light, a bad sign.  Blood loss and shock could
cause a man with moderate injuries to die where a more critically injured man
might survive.  She used a piece of debris to prop his legs up higher than his
head so the blood would flow where it was needed the way that Mama had taught
her.  Warm.  She needed to keep the man warm.  She grabbed the blanket she'd
brought with her in her satchel, covered him, and curled against his side to
share her warmth. 
    Exhausted, Ninsianna
fell asleep.
     
     
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Chapter 6

     
    Galactic Standard Date:  152,323.02 AE [1]
    Earth Orbit:  SRN ‘Jamaran’
    Lieutenant Kasib
     
    Lt.
Kasib
    The SRN Jamaran orbited
the blue resource planet which Shay'tan (a thousand blessings upon his name)
had sent this battle cruiser to secure.  Lieutenant Kasib stared at ship's
communications console, scanning through the reports coming in from the
planet's surface.
    Sata'anic Royal Navy
General Hudhafah's dorsal ridge rose in irritation as he dug his claws into the
captain's chair .
    “Any sign of that
scout ship, Kasib?”
    Kasib eyed the reports
with his gold-green serpentine eyes.
    “There are no energy
signatures discernible on the planet except for ours, Sir,” Kasib said.  “The
enemy appears to have been completely destroyed.” 
    Kasib flit out his
long forked tongue to taste the air for the level of his commanding officer’s
anger.  Like any wise lower-ranking male who served within the Sata'anic
military, he was hyper-alert to the slightest reddening of his commanding
officer's dewlap so he could anticipate his needs before the general even
thought of them himself.
    “Good!”  General Hudhafah
hissed, his fangs bared at the mere thought of an Angelic scout ship
snooping around the planet.  “The last thing we want is the Alliance knowing
what we've found.”
    With a genuflection to
his forehead, his snout and his heart, Kasib relayed the general's earlier
order, to resume rolling out annexation of the blue resource planet which had
their Emperor so excited.
    Shay'tan be praised!

Chapter 7

     
    February - 3,390 BC
    Earth:  Crash site
     
    Pain … but duller than
before.  Hadn’t he dreamed of a spirit come to guide him into the dreamtime? 
He found her snuggled into his side, fast asleep.  His lungs hurt, but he could
now breathe.  A crude splint was rigged to immobilize one wrist.  Who was this
woman?  Was she his mate?  He recalled her kissing his cheek.  Whoever she was,
she'd saved his life. 
    Moving his legs to
reassure himself he still had them, he examined his broken wing.  It looked
bad, but at least the bone no longer stuck out through his skin.  He had no
idea whether or not he would ever be able to fly again.  That depended upon
this planet's gravity.  He tried to grab the tidbit of information as it
flitted through his mind, about the planet, but it departed as fleetingly as it
had appeared. 
    Who was he?  What was
his name?  He couldn't remember.  All he knew was that the woman at his side
had taken heroic measures to save his life and now she was curled up beside
him.  She'd covered him with a blanket, but was herself uncovered and
shivering.  Curling his good wing so as not to wake her, he pulled her in
closer, wrapping the limb around her like a blanket before allowing himself to
drift back to sleep.
     
    * * * * *
     
    “O-kim-hayatını
bağışlaması için uygun gördüm.”
    He awoke to find her
kneeling at his side.  Her hands accentuated her words as she poured droplets
from a water skin onto a rough cloth and dabbed blood off of his skin.  Her
hands and expressive demeanor bridged the gap where language failed.  He gradually
came to understand that she explained to him his injuries.  She was beautiful,
exotic by the standards of his people with her wavy black hair, olive skin and
unusual tawny beige eyes.  Eyes that seemed …