Desert World Savages Part 2: Falling: A SciFi Alien Serial Romance Read Free Page B

back-up, and without help.
    Rev rubbed his temples. It had been a stroke of luck that he had gotten one of the criminals responsible for his brother's death jailed on a backwater planet. Even better, he had been able to assume Cax's identity as well. The data he looked at and absorbed now was a gift from the gods. This information would shut down a major wiver's ring that went beyond Jaal and his crew.
    The view screen winked off. Rev had memorized everything he needed from the database. If he was smart, he would activate his pick-up signal and wait for the enforcement wing to send a ship. According to protocol, he would launch himself into space in a pressure suit and jet to a waiting ship. On the ship, Rev would read his testimony into the judicial record. People higher up the food chain would then decide what to do.
    For some reason, he didn't feel that smart. Rev glanced back at Tracy's tank. The idea of leaving her behind and subjecting her to Grenta's conversion techniques stuck a knife in his heart.
    He shook his head, getting angry at himself. How could he get into such a crazy situation? Going against orders to rescue his family was one thing. He had to find his brother to heal his soul.
    Going against the law was another thing entirely. Rev revered the rule of the law and the stability and justice it brought to society. Duty to the principles of the Aligned Worlds had given him a sense of morality and helped guide his actions. He couldn't let his attraction to this woman get in the way of his duty.
    Could he?
    Rev thought for a minute. There was one more thing to do before he made a plan of action. He pushed up from his seat at the console and walked towards the stasis chambers at the back of the room. Rev had the identifiers of the chamber prisoners now: their height, weight, hair color, skin color. Grenta's records obligingly listed what they had been and what they became during their conversions.
    As he walked into the stasis area, lights above the chambers switched on.
    The chambers were all six feet in height, with the faces of the occupants visible through a transparent window.
    Their eyes were shut, their faces were devoid of emotion, and the looked peaceful. They appeared to be asleep, though they were not. The body functions of the women were kept at a minimal amount of activity, which kept toxic build-ups of waste products from flowing to the gel around them. Their brain activity was minimized as well. Because these machines were commonly used by the wivers, Rev had studied them and their use in the academy.
    One by one, he scanned their beautiful faces and committed them to memory. Twenty three faces of women who may never see their families again, twenty three faces who were ripped from their homes, their towns, and their societies.
    When he had seen their records, the women were just words and numbers on a piece of paper. When he saw their faces in front of his eyes, the visual representation was almost too much to take. They had the facial features and the blue skin of the miners who sought to buy them, the species that shared Rev's home planet.
    The Staukub. Rev considered himself an enlightened man, but thinking about the miners caused bile to rise in his throat.
    He turned and thought about leaving this place and getting some sleep after this eventful day. But he couldn't pass Tracy's tank without taking one last look.
    Rev stared at her, resting his eyes on her white skin, her graceful form, and the dark hair fanning from her face. The pink nubs of her ample breasts poked up and Rev thought he'd never saw a more arousing sight. Dark hair formed an inverted V between her legs and pointed the way to the delights of her body.
    He could not tear his eyes away from Tracy, and in the end he could not leave her.
    He made a decision then, gazing at this ethereal vision of pale skin and dark hair. He would not her to be corrupted by conversion, and certainly not into a Staukub.
    Rev would take Tracy Walsh