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The feed cut back on. Thuliak was opening the airlock again, but this time Airlock Eve’s body was completely blurred out. She must have been naked, and Thuliak didn’t want anyone other than his Third to ever see his woman naked.
I couldn’t blame him. I hadn’t even seen Weapons Sojourner naked yet, but I was ready to rip out the eyeballs of anyone else who looked at her. Even with her clothes on. And that included Thuliak.
As Thuliak’s view snapped around, I saw Weapons standing next to Emissary Eve.
An alert signal went out over the Hive Mind even as the feed continued. The Grasp Drive would be activating soon.
Good. My message would go out soon then.
Another packship was already on the way though, and it wasn’tInseminator, it wasHarbinger,scioned by Tschenkar. Tschenkar had less of a stick up his ass than Thuliak, but he was known to be extra ruthless to make up for his more easy-going spirit.
It would be good for my pack if Thuliak and Tschenkar fought each other. The longer it took Thuliak to properly start the breeding swarm, the more timeInseminatorhad to get here and join in.
From the part of the command structure ofWrath, the part that didn’t know I was a spy, I was on standby now. If war broke out between Thuliak and Tschenkar,Wrathwould send me on a boarding pod to stormHarbinger,Tschenkar’s ship. The Hive Mind was even telling me to report to the weapons bay so that I could get suited up with power armor and a gun. Just in case.
So Thuliak felt that a little scuffle between scions was likely. It would help the breeding swarm if he could get a quick win over Tschenkar. Something like a shuttle skirmish between both ships would look good—with more warriors dying on Tschenkar’s side. If Thuliak took more losses, it wouldn’t help him, but it also wouldn’t be enough of a blow to dislodge him from his position as First in the breeding swarm.
I put myself back into the head of aWrathsoldier loyal to Thuliak. I followed the orders, not because I was truly obeying, but because I needed a weapon. I would have had to steal one, but now the ship was just going to hand me one. Even with a gun, I still wasn’t ready to make my move yet. I needed to get to Weapons Sojourner while she was alone, and she wasn’t even on our ship yet.
Once Thuliak got the women aboardWrath,he started covering his mate in some baggy outfit, and only once the outfit was finished materializing did he finally dropped the censoring blob that had covered her image on the feed.
He willed the ship to rip off Emissary and Weapon’s vacuum suits. I was ready to kill him in that moment, but both women had tight, black clothing beneath the suits, and Thuliak wasn’t really even looking at anyone but Airlock.
Now I saw more of Weapons Sojourner’s body. I stopped walking and threw my head back as my cock pulsed and hardened. Her breasts were large. Her thighs were even more overwhelming than I’d imagined, and her face was absolutely stunning. She had big lips, and a wide face with big round cheeks. I didn’t think it fit the human-standard definition of beauty, but for me, for both my golden and my silver cock, it was the absolute perfect fucking shape. And when she smiled, my balls tightened even as my heart sang.
“You wanna bury your cock in that one, huh?”
I looked up. A teal piece of shit was smiling at me. “You’re heading to the weapons bay too, huh?” he said. “Come on, we’ll be late. I’ll race you there. Winner gets to fuck her from beh—”
I didn’t let him finish his sentence. I hadn’t even really thought about what I was doing, but I found my hands on his throat, pressing him up against a wall. His big fists swung at my head. He connected hard, sending my vision spinning as dull pain exploded all along my skull where his hard knuckles cracked against it. I didn’t let go though. I just squeezed tighter around his throat.
They saidInseminatorswere lovers and not fighters. That’s what the rest of the Khetar said about our pack. Some packs even said we didn’t count as real Khetar. I realized what it meant now though to be “a lover.” I hadn’t even seen this woman with my eyes yet, but I knew she was mine. The moment this piece of shit had implied he would lay his hands on her, blind rage filled me from head to toe. Love would turn me into a fighter, I realized. You couldn’t be a lover without being a fighter too.
I was willing to kill him for her, but as the last hints of life dripped out of him, I realized that killing him would alert the ship. I’d be questioned. I wouldn’t be able to get to Weapons.
I let go of him. He crumbled to the ground, wheezing and gasping for air. I kicked his ribs as hard as I could. “She’smine. If I ever even see you look at her, I won’t let go of your throat until your heart stops.”
He nodded pathetically to me, but I kicked him again for good measure, then I went on my way.
I sighed relief. He’d been bested. These kinds of fights happened all the time between packmates, and they made the pack stronger. Killing a packmate was different. It wasn’t forbidden, just a lot harder to justify and get away with. Especially for a spy.
I got to the weapons bay just as the feed showed Thuliak re-shape the ship around Weapons and Emissary. He formed rooms for them, meaning that one moment I saw surprise on Weapon’s perfect face, her deep brown eyes widened in shock, as a big wall appeared out of the ground like water which quickly shifted to a solid. Then she was gone, out of view on Thuliak’s feed. Shortly after Emissary and Weapons were gone, Thuliak killed the feed and entered the bridge. He needed to deal with Tschenkar’s arrival.
Cutting the feed was a clear message: The show’s over, now let’s get back to work.
I stepped into one of the outfitting pods. A mist filled the pod, and then the mist condensed all around me. Soon I was covered in a thin—but hard—teal armor. The suit was sealed against vacuum and offered limited resistance against Khetar weaponry, while making me nearly invulnerable to anything a human could throw at me.
The mist puffed out again to form my weapon, which materialized right into my hands. It was a short-barreled plasma spewer. It was compact for fighting in packship corridors, and it could fill an entire hallway with plasma as hot as a sun while still managing to contain itself tight enough to not melt through a packship’s hull.
I’d avoid using the weapon if I could, but if anyone got in between me and Weapons, I’d vaporize him. I’d even pull the trigger on Thuliak if I had to.
Weapons could be anywhere by now. I wasn’t like one of those nerds below deck who studied knowledge for its own pleasure. I was happy to let the Hive Mind do the heavy lifting for me, but it wouldn’t help me to spy, so I had to learn some stuff as part of my job. For instance, I had to know how the packship’s inner transport systems worked. The Hive Mind wouldn’t tell me where Weapons was on the ship, so I had to know if she was in the same spot as she was when the walls formed around her, or had the ship moved her around? Usually, packships would reorient their rooms all the time, as rooms became used or unused. Packships tended to find efficient configurations of rooms, and if moving a room clear across the ship meant it could make more rooms total, then it would do it.
This meant that Weapons could be anywhere, and I needed another way to find her.
