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  “I am Caia Mercier,” I answer, “And this is Leto, but I think you know that… why are we here, if I may ask?”

  “Please, sit,” Theros says, “And I will explain it to you. We have received the messages from Leto, and so we believe you have information about SINTRA that might be of interest to us all.”

  Leto nods as he sits down. “Yes, that we do.”

  Suddenly I am starting to connect all of the dots.

  “Wait, YOU are the Chosen?” I blurt out. “The one the floating face mentioned? The one that is ‘ruining their plans’?”

  The Zorans all chuckle. “I hope so,” Davor answers. “It is certainly our intention to ruin that megacorp.”

  “Then I’m with you one hundred percent,” I say.

  “I want to get back to the floating face part, but I did want to point out that you two are Chosen as well,” Anaya says. “Just so you know. It’s clear that you are a fated couple.”

  I glance at Leto, and my heart skips a beat. Yes, I guess it is clear. With all that’s been going on, we haven’t found the right moment to talk it out, to make sure we’re on the same page, but I’m not too worried.

  “Your palms!” Leah says. “They are glowing!”

  I tuck them back in my sleeves.

  “Yes, they’ve got a tendency to do that,” I mumble. “Sorry.”

  Leto gently grabs my hands and bares them to the group. “Please, Caia, there is no need to be so coy. It is okay.”

  He shows my glowing palms to the group, and they all ahh collectively as the Zoran hieroglyphs appear.

  “Yes, the Zorashi symbols,” Anaya says. “You are Chosen, definitely. May I ask what your hands actually do, besides give off light?”

  I’ve never thought of them as portable flashlights before, but I guess if I’m ever in the dark they’ll come in handy.

  “I can burn things, or melt them,” I answer.

  “She’s the reason why we’re both here,” Leto says proudly. “Without her, we’d never have escaped our cell.”

  “Well, without you, I’d be dead right now,” I answer. “So it evens out.”

  “Tell us everything,” Leah says. “We need to know.”

  Theros opens a bottle of cuhla, and we all take a glass of the dark, strong substance as Leto starts recounting our tale. I join in whenever necessary, but he’s got the story down pat.

  “…and that brings us to the Council meeting… Caia, do you want to tell this part?”

  I nod, the Zoran drink making my cheeks flush.

  “Yes. So, there I was in, in this vent, when I stumbled upon a meeting. There were three men, and a floating, holographic face in the middle of the room.”

  “Do you know who they were?” Theros asks.

  “Well, one of them was Wellington. The other two, I have no idea. One had a green-ish logo on his chest, and he looked rather scarred and a bit scary.”

  “General Takeshi,” Leah says. “No doubt in my mind about it. Those scars are from his transformation.”

  Davor has a grim look on his face. “We captured him, but he escaped, unfortunately…”

  “I think I know what’s going on,” Leah says. “Takeshi mentioned some type of Council. I think what you saw was the meeting between Wellington Consortium, ZuberiSynth and Takeshi Biocorp, with their overlord, SINTRA Corp.”

  “Yes!” I say. “I remember those names, Zuber-something and Takeshi!”

  Everyone nods. It feels like we’re one step closer to unlocking this puzzle.

  “Do you recall anything about this face?” Anaya asks. “Any defining characteristics?”

  “It’s hard to describe it,” I say. “It was so… awful. Like a cyborg, but a haunted one. There were wires, and one eye seemed to be glowing, and… I’m sorry I don’t have more answers.”

  “Please,” Theros says. “You are already helping us a great, great deal. What were their plans?”

  I swallow the lump in my throat. “Total domination of the universe and annihilation of the Zoran race,” I say. “That’s the gist of it.”

  Everyone is silent, with grim looks all around.

  “It is like we feared,” Theros says. “SINTRA Corp. is getting closer and closer to unlocking the powers of the Rift. We hoped to stop them, but it seems every blow we deal to them, they shrug off. Anaya and I, we outed them on Corlis Station. And what good did it do? They are back there now, only months later, back in control. Leah and Davor captured General Takeshi, but he too is already back in SINTRA’s clutches.”

  “What do you suggest?” Leto says. “Surrender is not an option.”

  “No, it is not. There is only one option left to us. We will take the fight to SINTRA. To Earth. Are you with us?”

  “Yes!” I cry. “Yes, of course!”

  Theros nods. “We have the Wellington flagship, we have an army of synths, we have six Chosen who are ready for anything. There’s just one piece of the puzzle missing: We need a Chosen who is an expert hacker. Who can swim in data, to whom technology holds no secrets. My Anaya is quite adept at communicating with tech, but the way you describe that face… I think SINTRA is experimenting with cyborgs, and if we want to stop them, we need all the help we can get.”

  “Is there someone like that out there?” I ask.

  Theros looks back at me with a determined look on his face. “There has to be. We will find our missing link, no matter what.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Caia

  Epilogue

  “Oh, yes, right there!”

  I look down at Leto. Well, upside down, due to the fact that we’re trying to sixty-nine. We couldn’t agree who got to please the other first, and so we decided to compromise.

  He would eat me out while I sucked his Zoran cock, at the same time.

  Compromise!

  However, Leto is a bit too good at it. I don’t know if it’s because of his strong, Zoran tongue, or if he just has an uncanny knack for eating pussy, but my word. Within seconds he has me moaning and writhing, and I’m forgetting all about my main job.

  Coaxing a mouthful of hot seed out of this gargantuan turquoise cock I’m holding.

  I lean down and wrap my lips around his manhood. This is all I can do, just sit here and swirl my tongue around, as his tongue flicks rhythmically against my swollen clit.

  He thrusts his hips upwards, silencing my moans, and I can’t help but love the feeling of him sliding down my throat. I enjoy being so full, so used in the best possible way.

  I’m going to, oh yes I’m, I’m, ffff—

  My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave, and my hips buck and move, my entire body trembling. His strong hands rest on my ass, holding me in place as his tongue gets me higher and higher.

  I pull back and gasp for air, my pussy grinding against his face, all sense of shame out the window. With Leto, I can finally be myself in every way possible.

  I don’t have to hide. I don’t have to pretend. We can just be ourselves.

  And it turns out, when we both are ourselves, we tend to fuck.

  A lot.

  That’s not something I knew about myself. That is something Leto has coaxed out of me, has taught me. If I had never met him, I would still be on Corlis Station, I would still be fending off dates with alien weirdos that Kariza would be setting me up with, and I would still think that mind shattering orgasms were a thing for smutty fairy tales…

  Now I know how good sex can feel.

  Now I know how good love can feel.

  With Leto by my side, I can take on the world. My wounds have healed up nicely, thank goodness. There are some permanent marks on my arms and shoulders, but Leto proudly calls them my ‘battle scars’. And I suppose he’s right.

  With my legs still trembling I turn around, so that I am now snuggling Leto’s broad chest. He wraps his arms around me protectively, kissing me on the nose.

  After out talk with the two other Chosen couples he booked us a room on top of the Trade Ports, and to be hone
st, we haven’t left it much since.

  The ceiling is entirely made out of glass, and we can enjoy the sight of the universe passing us by, the beautiful planet of New Exon drifting by once a day. However, I must say that I’ve been enjoying Leto’s purple body most of all.

  “Sorry I haven’t made you cum yet,” I say, the aftershocks of my orgasm still making my toes curl every now and again. “Give me a minute.”

  “There’s no rush, my mate,” he says. “We have all the time in the world.”

  I know that’s not true. I know SINTRA is out there, plotting our demise. We have won this battle, but the war is still undecided.

  However, for as long peace is granted to us…

  I’m going to savor every single second of my time with Leto.

  * * *

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  Jillian

  Oh boy.

  I’ve heard only rumors about the ruthless Zoran. Some say they are seven feet tall and all bulging muscle, with sharp fangs and devilish horns, and eyes as red as fire. All I know for sure is that they are the most powerful force in the galaxy, and we humans have stayed clear of them.

  Until now.

  I have no idea how to act around such infamous intergalactic killers. I am a geneticist, not a psychologist or a sociologist. I prefer to spend my time in the lab rather than mingling with people, and the intricacies of interspecies etiquette are absolutely lost on me.

  At the moment, however, I’m concerned with more pressing matters.

  What the hell am I going to wear?!

  The Vonnegut glides its plotted course around Earth, the silence of space a stark contrast to the pandemonium inside my quarters as I desperately search my closet for appropriate attire. I had thought picking an outfit for my brother’s wedding was hard. What are you supposed to wear to an interspecies first contact?

  “Try the black dress,” my assistant Kelly shouts. “I got the perfect heels to match it.”

  I roll my eyes. I’m a woman of science, more at ease in a lab coat than a little black dress, and I am not about to go down in history as the klutz who tripped on her heels and spilled hot coffee on a Zoran General and accidentally incited an intergalactic war, thank you very much.

  “What about my lab coat?” I ask Kelly. “I could just wear that. It’s distinguished and lends me an air of credibility… right?”

  “Pff,” Kelly blows me off. “Who cares about any of that? You should look hot,” she says gleefully. “It’s your special night! Your first gala as head of the Bioscience program! Don’t you want to impress those Zoran warriors? I’ve heard they’re huge, with hands twice as big as our own… and you know what they say about aliens with big hands…”

  “Is alien junk all you can think about?” I ask.

  Kelly grins mischievously. “Don’t tell me it hasn’t crossed your mind.”

  “Never,” I lie.

  Kelly is my best friend, and has been with me throughout my entire career. Wherever I go, she goes. We couldn’t be more different, but it works for us: I’m curvy with an unruly bush of brown curls, while Kelly has a slim figure and straight, golden-blonde hair. Furthermore, I’m perpetually single, while Kelly somehow manages to combine our grueling hours in the lab with an active dating life. How she juggles all her responsibilities is absolutely beyond me, but she pulls it off.

  Together we lead a team with an intimidating but extremely important goal: to cure the black cough. Our planet is buckling under its own weight, and the uncontrolled polluting of the environment throughout the 21st century is now causing massive illnesses all around the globe. Those unfortunate souls who can’t afford to live in the luxury high-rises with their own filtered air systems are exposed to contaminated air on a daily basis.

  I’m fortunate enough to live up here on the Vonnegut now, but my brother Michael still lives on the outskirts of New Atlanta, working in a plant to support his family. I raised him, and my desire to provide a better life for him is what gave me the drive to get where I am today.

  Of course, I’ve had to make quite a few sacrifices to get where I am. I’ve missed more birthdays than I’m willing to count, and worst of all, the birth of my niece, Claire. She’s four years old now, but I haven’t been back to Earth since she was a baby. I tell myself I’m helping them with my research… but at times, that feels hollow.

  The Zoran might be the answer. They’re superior to us in every way — physically and technologically — but they’re not known for their helpfulness. I have no idea why they’re even coming here or what they want from us. We are just a blip on the intergalactic radar, after all, but I fear the worst.

  But before I can cure all of Earth’s problems, I still need to settle on a dress.

  “What about this one?” I hold out something a little conservative: a drab, gray dress that would attract zero attention. Kelly instantly wrinkles her nose at me.

  “What are you, eighty?” Kelly says. “The invitation clearly says black-tie, honey. The black dress it is!”

  I sigh deeply. “Do I have to? I don’t think I’ve ever worn heels.”

  “Then start practicing,” Kelly says. “I don’t see why you’re complaining. You get to witness history! I’d love to meet a Zoran General. I’ve heard they’re absolutely dreamy…”

  “I’ve heard they drink the blood of their enemies,” I throw back at her, “so excuse me for not being too happy about it!”

  “Ooh, primal,” Kelly laughs. “Me likey.”

  “You’re unbelievable.”

  “You know it. Now get in that dress!”

  I yield to her demands and shimmy my way into the black garment. I smooth it with my hands as I look at myself in the mirror, and I have to admit it looks good on me. And that is not something I admit lightly. The midnight black fabric accentuates my chestnut brown eyes and autumn leaf colored hair, and it hugs my curves in all the right places. In fact I don’t think a dress has ever fit me better.

  “See,” Kelly says as she stands next to me, completing my look with a golden necklace. “You look stunning. Ready to snatch yourself a Senator… or perhaps a Zoran general?” She teases.

  I shiver at the thought. From a scientific point of view, we can learn so much from the Zoran, but that is not what Kelly is hinting at.

  She wants me to acquaint myself with their physiology.

  Intimately.

  I laugh it off, but thoughts fill my head. She’s planted a seed of curiosity in my mind with all this talk, and now it’s going to be tough to shake the thought.

  * * *

  Vinz

  I effortlessly glide my warship, class-A cruiser The Pathfinder, through human space and start up the docking procedure. My ship, one of the smallest and most agile in our fleet, is still several times the size of their paltry space station, the pinnacle of human development.

  This is what we are here to do: Waste our time with this lesser species.

  I command all troops in the Western Quadrant, and I could delegate this task to any of the hundreds of elite forces under my command, but I enjoy being at the helm, right in the thick of the action.

  Unfortunately, there will be no action on this dreadful diplomatic mission. I run my hand over my smooth scalp, mentally preparing myself for the bullshit politics to come.

  “Take the helm, Koryn,” I tell the soldier at my side. “Prepare for immediate evacuation if I give you the signal. I don’t know enough about these humans to trust them yet.”

  “Yes sir,” he answers, taking my place behind the multitude of screens.

>   The large black doors of the elevator whiz open as I approach, automatically reacting to my DNA. Waiting for me inside is the man I loathe the most in the entire known universe: Senator Dimtri.

  “General,” he says, his voice dripping with disdain. “Not opting for the proper garment, I see?”

  His yellow garment clashes with his lizard-like light-green skin, painting an especially unpalatable picture. I refuse to endorse such trivialities as ceremonial garb, opting for my all-black military uniform, the obsidian armor a tight fit, providing me with maximum flexibility.

  It’s all the High Command seems to care about nowadays. They’re preoccupied with ceremonial garbs and having gluttonous feasts, while our sworn enemies raid our borders unpunished.

  This mission only proves my point. My fleet should be in the Eastern Quadrant, supporting General Tyr in his fight against the insectoid, infernal Ygg. We went through training together, and there’s no place I’d rather be than at his side, riding into battle together. Instead, I am forced to escort Senator Dimtri because the High Command has developed a taste for one of their sickly sweet treats called chocolate. It’s a hot commodity on the intergalactic black market, and now the High Command wants it straight from the source.

  It’s idiotic.

  In the last few cycles, the High Command has grown feeble and weak. They have plucked the fruits of the labor of countless Zoran warriors, and have forsaken our origins.

  “Remind me again why we’re here,” I growl as the elevator glides down. “There’s been another Ygg attack on Haven-5. We should be in the East.”

  “Watch your tone, Vinz,” Dimtri says. “Remember your station. The Emperor wants to open relations with the humans, and that is what we shall do.”

  I bite down on my bottom lip, tasting blood. Control is the most important thing in the life of a warrior: Physical as well as emotional. Day by day it becomes harder and harder to control my urges. I can only sit by and watch the High Command run our species into the ground for so long… but this was not the time to strike.