Terran Times 02 - Deal with a Dhemon (10 page)

Viola Grace

“Yes, of course General. I need to see her in a few days, or if she has any other side effects from the neural pulse, as well as give her a final checkup before we planet fall.” The doctor was once again checking his records. “I can send you a copy of her medical records if you wish.”

“That won’t be necessary. Can she walk?” He seemed impatient, his burgundy skin flushing almost black in the bright lights of the medical bay.

“You know, you could just ask me that.” Sam swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up on shaking limbs.

“Ah, you speak Alliance Common, I wasn’t sure.” He shifted his focus to her, and she met his yellow eyes with her moss green orbs.

“Of course I do.” She took a few steps on trembling legs. “Can I take your arm to the quarters you assigned me?”

“Of course.” He extended his elbow and she took it gratefully, using him to balance herself.

“Then we can leave now if you like, that way you can resume your duties without too much interruption in your routine.” Her face was blushing again, but she ignored her embarrassment and gestured for the General to lead the way.

Slowly, painfully, she made her way through the halls of the warship with hobbling steps.

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General Kassil kept silent until they reached the VIP quarters. “Here you are. These quarters have a sanitary chamber, and a full wardrobe with clothing suitable to a female of Dhema.”

“You travel with a wardrobe full of women’s clothing? Weird.” Her attempt at levity fell flat.

“We knew that you would be accompanying us, clothing was arranged for you.” His voice was stony with disapproval at her little joke. “We travel for seven more days. Be comfortable.”

The door slid open and Sam started in surprise.

Inside there was another dhemon, sort of. Where the techs, the doctor and the general were definitely male, the being inside her new quarters was rather androgynous. Instead of dark burgundy skin, his was a hot pink. His hair was combed straight back from his forehead, leaving his open and earnest expression exposed to the visitors in the doorway. Unlike the other males that she had seen, he—she assumed it was a he—

had no sign of horns what-so-ever.

“This is Etion. He will give you insight into the behavior and deportment expected of a lady of Dhema. He will show you how to dress, how to speak and the appropriate etiquette for any casual occasions.”

Etion came forward and gave her a formal bow.

“A pleasure to serve you Miss Samantha.”

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murmured to him as he led her into the room and helped to seat her on the bed.

“My pleasure, Miss Samantha. I look forward to seeing you at dinner tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of the day.” He gave her a short bow and left the room with dignity and decorum she would have expected to an Alliance General.

“Well, Etion. I guess it is just you and me.” She gave him a falsely cheerful smile. “What do we do first?”

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