not invisible anymore?”
“Yes, Maya. We are visible and I cannot achieve liftoff. As you would phrase it, there is still something wrong with my damned ship.”
“Are you saying we are sitting ducks?” She lurched forward feeling nausea invade her stomach. “Fuck! What are we going to do now?” she screamed.
“First of all, we are not going to panic,” he roared, as he walked to a far wall and yanked off a panel throwing it aside. T’Kon had found himself in tough situations in the past but never with an alien female onboard his vessel. Tension rose in him as he calculated probable solutions. The screen’s sensors revealed troops just visible over the horizon. They were in fact, how did she say— sitting ducks .
She went to the viewer and stared at it. “Oh god, the army is moving in. They're going to catch us. Both of us!”
She came up behind him, quieter now.
“T’Kon, I’m so sorry.” She placed her palms gently on his shoulders and laid her head against his back. “It’s my fault you know. If I hadn’t detained you maybe you’d be safely on your way back to your own planet.”
The heat from her body pressed into his cool skin. He felt it even through the suit. “The fault is not yours but mine. I should never have—”
“Made love to me?” she finished.
He spun around to face her and held her for a second before he continued his frantic pace.
The Terrain military would surround them within a matter of minutes. He sucked in a cleansing, calming breath as he probed the interior workings of the spatial controls, prodding and coaxing.
Still, nothing happened.
He heard it before she did; the familiar sound of a militia organizing to capture an invader, the click of weapons, the marching of boots in the sand, the roar of machinery.
T’Kon prepared for surrender.
He had done all he knew to do. He gave one last prod to the control panel as he threw his head back and bellowed out an explicative in his own language.
“Arit’uoetokdt Sllar’uvdt!” He kicked the panel hard with his foot and slammed his taloned fists into the console.
All of sudden, the craft jolted then droned, beaming to life. Quickly, he checked the systems. Everything came back online. Shields up, cloak on. He glimpsed the exterior scene. Soldiers encircled the craft, weapons raised. He could not help but notice the surprised look on their faces as they watched an alien spaceship disappear before their eyes.
With a rapid move, he pushed Maya into a shelled seat, enclosing her in a protective cocoon, and then set the controls for liftoff. In a matter of seconds, they were airborne and in orbit. Checking the systems, he hummed relief. Everything was in perfect working order.
Only then did he allow himself to accept her presence. Tapping the shell, he opened the cocoon. She left her seat and came to him.
“So all your ship needed was a swift kick in the ass, huh?”
He rumbled a chuckle at the special way she made humor of things.
Wrapping around her, he pulled her close. “What am I to do with you?” He whispered seductive words against her crimson golden hair, moving back so he could look upon her beauty. In a quiet tone he said, “It is done. You are with me.”
She stared at him her face aglow. “You aren’t kidding, are you?”
“No Maya. I do not kid .”
What else was he to do? He could not leave her behind at the mercy of her world’s governing forces. And too, he did not want to be without her. So he drew her close and kissed her face, her cheeks with those appealing little dots, her eyelids and then her lips. It would not be easy to convince the Asconage Assembly of Elders, especially G’Nore, his father, that Maya was now part of his life. But he knew without doubt, he must find a way.
While hovering just beyond the gravitational field of Terrain’s moon he conducted several diagnostic tests. Then, he initiated a hyper-light jump into the Event Horizon and departed the Terrain Solar System
David Drake, Janet Morris