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Chapter 3: Resistance
�Go,� Vanika stated, placing a firm hand on Lyra�s
shoulder.� �Quickly now.�
Lyra felt the tension within the Ahrakin�s grip and she
glanced at Vanika before staring at O�ni as he waited quietly.� The anxiety she sensed from the Ahrakin
female was unnerving, but Lyra slowly rose to her feet.�
O�ni motioned towards the door and Lyra strode in that
direction, his footsteps thudding behind her.�
As they moved towards Bha�ruk�s suite, Lyra became lost in her
thoughts.� What would Bha�ruk do to her?� What could she possibly do in this
situation?� She could fight him off, or
perhaps flee to another part of the ship...�
Her mind frowned as that idea reminded her of what Ta�al had said.� �Even
if I did run, there would be nowhere to hide, and no one would help me,�
Lyra thought, her eyes moving to the metal flooring.� �By Zakor�s
horns, what am I going to do?�
They stopped sooner than Lyra expected, and she looked up at
the sliding doors before her as O�ni pressed the comm.� The doors slid open, and O�ni motioned her
inside with his spear, addressing his leader as he said, �Elder, I shall wait
here outside.�
�Of course you will, idiot. That is your task,� Bha�ruk�s
rough voice growled.�
Swallowing slowly, Lyra moved into the room, the doors
closing behind her.� As she moved farther
in, she glanced surreptitiously around the room; the light was much dimmer than
it was when she was here before, almost completely dark, making details
difficult to decipher.� Her eyes weren�t
used to this kind of darkness, but her sense of hearing was heightened even
more than was normal.� She could hear
Bha�ruk�s quiet breathing from across the room and as he approached her, his
footsteps sounded like distant thunder.
A low chuckle came from Lyra�s right, and she took a step
away as Bha�ruk said, �Even in this blackness, you still shine brightly,
Natra.�
�Who could possibly �shine� in a place like this?� she shot
back, her nostrils flaring in annoyance.
�You still find a way.��
His hand cupped around a lock of her long, silver hair, letting it slide
across his palm.� A purr rumbled in his
chest at feeling the soft mane, but Bha�ruk stopped when Lyra�s angry glare met
his eyes.� Raising a heavy brow
indifferently, he said, �Such anger I see.�
�Why shouldn�t I be angry?� Lyra huffed, putting more
distance between them.� �You have me
drugged, kidnapped and brought onto a strange vessel, and for what?� To make me your slave?�
Bha�ruk clicked his mandibles thoughtfully, his eyes
half-closed as he looked at her.� �Natra,
you are more than a mere slave to me.� A
slave would not be given the liberties I grant you and my other females.�
��Liberties�?� She gasped,
clenching her fists.� �And what are these
so-called �liberties�?�
�I give you nourishment, clothing, and shelter, just as I
have my other females.� I ask for little
in return,� he rumbled.�
Lyra stomped her foot in increasing anger.� ��Little�?�
Is it a little thing when you demand a person�s presence against their
will?� Is it a little thing when you
punish them for not coming at once?�
You�you��
�When we have mated, you will understand what is required of
my females.�� Bha�ruk approached her,
stopping just a breath away from where Lyra stood.� He was surprised by her courage as she stood
her ground, her lovely eyes dark with fury.�
Then, his gaze wandered down to the loose-fitting, blue dress she wore,
and his mandibles rose in a smirk.�
�Purple.�
�What?� Lyra asked, her brow scrunching in confusion.
Bha�ruk moved to grasp part of her dress, ripping blue cloth
from her body.� Lyra shrieked and clung
to the remaining cloth, struggling to cover herself, and he growled, �That
color is not worthy enough to be worn by you, Natra.� Only a rich color, like your eyes, can grace
your body.�
�You can�t be serious,� she demanded, glaring at him and
tying the remainder of her dress in place to maintain at least some level of
modesty.
He leaned over Lyra, staring straight into her eyes.� �Try me.��
The Elder reached for her, his hand almost touching her face, but he
pulled back at the last moment, standing up straighter as he regarded her
coolly.� �However, I would not object if
you would prefer to wear no clothing instead.�
Lyra grit her flat teeth and
huffed, clenching her fists until her palms hurt and her knuckles cracked.� How she wanted to strike him, to fight this
horrid monster for what he�d done and what he�d just demanded of her.� Ta�al�s words of warning were growing fainter
in her mind, and Lyra inhaled slowly in an attempt to keep her mind in a
rational state.
Bha�ruk chuckled at the anger that burned around Lyra; it
made her shine even brighter in his eyes.�
He strode to the door, still feeling her eyes upon him, and pressed the
comm next to the door.� �O�ni, we are
done.�
The doors slid open and O�ni bowed, first to the Elder, and
then to Lyra where she stood behind the massive leader.� Stomping to the doors, Lyra hurried past
Bha�ruk but stopped when he rumbled, �Remember this, Natra.� You are mine.�
My female.�
Lyra met his orange stare with narrowed eyes.� �Never.�
�Mine,� he whispered with a smirk.�
Turning from Bha�ruk, Lyra stomped into the corridor with
O�ni following just behind her.� She
stopped as soon as she realized she was leading her �guard� rather than the
other way around.� If she was
automatically heading in the direction of her room, that meant she was
adjusting to the ship.� Kicking the wall
with a huff, Lyra looked at the half-moon-shaped dent she had left in the metal
plating.� �I�ll be damned if I allow myself to get used to this blasted ship.�
Looking up, Lyra saw O�ni standing back and staring at
her.� She moved behind where he stood and
waited in silence until he started walking down the corridor once more.� Slowly, Lyra followed O�ni, barely glancing
towards the large room where she had met Vanika and the others.� Closing her eyes, Lyra knew she couldn�t
become like them; she would not accept this as her life.
xXx
Ta�al secured the medical bay, typing his code into the
keypad next to the doors.� Glancing
around the locked chamber, he inspected and counted each of his tools and
vials; the healer always made sure everything was accounted for in his
area.� On this ship, one couldn�t take
chances, especially with some of the warriors that served Bha�ruk.�
Something blinked along his left wrist, and Ta�al scanned
the chamber once more before tapping a claw on his gauntlet.� Opening the small screen, he saw a message
sent from outside the ship.� [Tracking
your coordinates now.� �Cet]
�Da�ar.�� Ta�al�s eyes widened.
The High Council had heard accusations and rumors regarding
Bha�ruk, his state of mind, and his preference for females outside the Yautja
race.� Uncertain of the truth behind
these claims, the High Council had decided to send in one of the Exiled-
warriors who were forced to live outside the clans, usually due to their
inability to live peacefully within a clan.�
Da�ar was the Exiled chosen by the High Council for this mission, and he
had chosen Ta�al to aid him.� The
Exiled�s orders had been clear: join Bha�ruk�s ship, send reports of the
unusual occurrences on the ship and then wait until reinforcements could be
sent to assist him.� That had been two
years ago, and in the time that had passed Ta�al had faithfully implemented his
part of the plan.� With all that he�d
seen, he knew Da�ar�s presence on the ship was sorely needed.
�It�s been awhile
since Da�ar�s contacted me,� he thought absently as he typed in his
reply.� [What is your location?]�
[En route to ship�s position.� New developments?]� Da�ar�s message appeared on the screen.�
Inhaling slowly, Ta�al sent his new message.� [Natranian female captured.]� He knew this news would not sit well with
Da�ar, and he waited tensely for another reply.�
A new message flashed across the small screen.� [Six females total?]
[Correct.� When do you
arrive?]� Ta�al was anxious, knowing that
upon Da�ar�s arrival it would be as though they didn�t know each other.� Clicking a mandible thoughtfully, Ta�al
reminded himself that bringing in outside help would be something even if he
couldn�t do much now.
[Within two or three weeks.� Our contact ends after this message.� �Cet]
�Da�ar�still going by
your other name in messages, I see,� Ta�al thought as the communication was
broken.� Closing his eyes, Ta�al recalled
the time when he first met Da�ar.� Black
as deepest night with eyes of cold amber; it was no wonder most Yautja clans
called Da�ar �Living Cetanu.�� In certain
other ways, Da�ar resembled the God of Death, but Ta�al knew that despite this,
he was also as just as an Arbitrator.�
With Da�ar on the ship, they stood a better chance of
rescuing the females from Bha�ruk.� �It�s up to you, my friend,� Ta�al
thought with a sigh.� �May Paya help you arrive as quickly as
possible.�
xXx
Bha�ruk stood in his chambers staring outside one of the
large windows, his thick arms crossed over his chest.� One large clawed finger tapped against his
arm as he recalled what happened mere moments earlier.� He had summoned Natra here�yet all they had
done was converse.� Inhaling slowly,
Bha�ruk knew he had every right to mate with her.� He would
mate with her- he believed this would happen.�
However��
�She is my female,
but�something�there was something in her eyes,� he thought, clicking a
mandible.� �I couldn�t touch her��
Growling deep in his chest, Bha�ruk clenched his fists so
tight his knuckles cracked.� He couldn�t
understand why he couldn�t have just taken Natra unless� He stopped, looking at
the area where she had stood and angrily faced him.� Her eyes were so dark and with her long
silver hair hanging about her squared shoulders, she looked almost like the
Goddess. �
�Paya�you�ve had a
hand in this,� Bha�ruk noted, raising his mandibles in a sneer.� �That
will change, Goddess�believe me.� You
think you control all within your sight�you are wrong.� I am the only one in control here.�
The Elder chuckled low in his chest as he approached a room
adjacent to his main chamber.� Tapping in
his code, Bha�ruk strode inside and touched a panel next to the entrance.� Lights flickered along the wall illuminating
the entire room and all of its contents; skulls of various sizes hung proudly
on display, and his eyes wandered over each of them.�
Bha�ruk stopped in front of one skull; smaller than most, it
was the whitest out of all his trophies.�
He trailed his fingers along the brow, lightly placing a fingertip
against the two, stacked horns.� It was
odd how the males of Natra�s race were the only ones who had these spiraled
bones growing from their foreheads�but the natural weaponry of Natra�s male
companions mattered little to the Elder, as the only weapon Natra herself would
bring to their mating would be her hard hooves.�
�Natra�my own little
goddess,� he thought, rumbling in his chest.� Then, Bha�ruk narrowed his eyes as he flared
his mandibles.� �You will have no
influence over me, Paya�I will see to it.�
xXx�Two Weeks Later�xXx
The main lounge was quiet and subdued; while eight people in
the large chamber was less than the usual twelve, Lyra knew that she Vanika,
Nemona, and Kudra were usually better company for each other.� Lyra sighed as she leaned back against one of
the pillows that filled the room and had the feeling that everything was
exactly as it had been the day before.�
And the day before that, and the day before that�
Every morning, she woke up, dressed, and ate the breakfast
O�ni brought to her.� What surprised Lyra
the most was that the food was actually from Unatra, crisp fruits and crunchy
roots that she had consumed on a regular basis on her family�s ship.� Following her meal, she was usually ushered
into the main lounge by O�ni or visited by either Vanika or Sitana.� The two females were very kind to Lyra,
telling her tales and myths from their home worlds.� Lyra was glad of their presence, even if it
was likely only their attempt to lighten her spirits, but the past two weeks
had been extremely trying on her nerves what with each day being practically
the same as the previous.
�How have you coped with this for as long as you have,
Vanika?� What do you do day after day?� Lyra asked as she slumped down among the floor
pillows.�
�We each find our own ways to pass the time, Natra,� Vanika
said, her four arms moving in quick succession as a piece of material was
slowly transformed into a dress.� Lyra
knew this one was for Rani judging by the deep blue shade of the material as
well as the size and length of the dress.�
The Ahrakin�s work never ceased to amaze the Natranian, but Lyra dreaded
opening her own closet each morning.�
Violet, lavender, lilac�each shade of purple one could imagine was found
in her wardrobe.�
With a small huff, Lyra looked up at Vanika, begging,
�Please, could I have a dress like Rani�s, Vanika?�
�I believe you have one in this style already, Natra.�� The Ahrakin female chewed on her lip as she
stitched a seam, facing Lyra.� �Are you
not happy with my work?�
�It�s not that, I promise you.� I�m just so sick of the color purple I could
scream.�
Vanika�s eyes went down to the pillows as she sighed.� �There�s nothing I can do, Natra.� Bha�ruk ordered me to only give you clothes
made of purple material.�
Gritting her teeth, Lyra grabbed a pillow and flung it
across the room, toward where O�ni stood with the other three guards.� His eyes widened, surprised as he saw the
projectile just before it struck his chest with a soft �whoomph� sound, falling
to the floor.� O�ni looked at Lyra, but
she just sighed heavily and buried her face into another cushion.�
Inhaling slowly, Lyra raised her head and saw the other
females looking at her, and she sat up.�
�I�m sorry�I don�t know what came over me.�
�Do not apologize for a logical reaction, Natra,� Vanika murmured,
placing a hand on Lyra�s shoulder.� �I
shrieked my lungs out within the first week, bursting into tears right
afterwards.�
Lyra patted Vanika�s dark hand, saying, �I wouldn�t believe
it with how you�ve helped me, and how you keep helping all of us.�
Sighing, the Ahrakin shook her head.� �It�s only because no one was able to help
make my adjustments here easier.�
�I promise you, I won�t adjust.�
�Although I�m loath to say it, you will�either that
or�� Vanika stopped, closing her eyes to
that train of thought.� �Never mind.� Nemona, would you care to play anything
today?�
The Nimonae female looked up at Vanika from her seat a short
ways from where the Ahrakin and Natranian sat, sighing softly.� �New strings are needed for my sinaar�but I
could sing��
�Please do, my dear.��
The Ahrakin smiled warmly at Nemona, hoping to encourage the female to
do what she seemed to love.� �Natra, I
don�t think you�ve heard Nemona sing before.�
�I haven�t.�� Lyra
shook her head as she turned towards the blue-scaled female.�
Nemona inhaled several times then started humming a soft
melody, slowly opening her mouth to give voice to the song.� It wasn�t a song filled with words, instead a
melody that she used to express what she felt.�
To Lyra�s ears, the sound reminded her of the calm rains on Unatra, both
refreshing to the grassy meadows yet at the same time melancholy as the planet
seemed to weep.�
When she ended her song, Nemona�s eyes were brimming with
tears, but she blinked them back.� Nemona
nodded her head when Vanika paused in her sewing to clap all of her hands; Lyra
joined in the clapping after swallowing a hard lump in her throat.� It was difficult hearing something so
beautiful that reminded her of home, a place she wasn�t sure would ever be
within her reach again.�
Then, Lyra�s eyes widened when she felt hands touching her
long hair, and she turned to see Kudra�s cloaked and hooded form seated just
behind her.� Kudra�s fingers were a soft
pink, and she picked up Lyra�s whole mane.�
Watching the female, Lyra wondered what Kudra was up to until the
smaller female started combing her fingers through the silver hair, separating
the mane.�
�Kudra has nimble fingers, Natra,� Vanika said, drawing
Lyra�s attention to the Ahrakin.� �She�s
good at helping me spin thread�I think she wants to plait your hair.�
�Well, I suppose that�s all right,� Lyra stated, her eyes
going back to Kudra.� �I just wish you
would have asked me first before touching.�
Kudra�s fingers stopped and her
form slumped down, the hood drooping even further over her face.� The female remained silent, which made the
quiet settle over all the females present.�
Lyra held up a hand, turning her head back around.� �It�s all right, Kudra, please go
ahead.�� If it would help ease Kudra�s
tension, she could have her hair braided.�
Slowly, Kudra returned to her task, dividing Lyra�s hair
into three large sections.� Lyra felt her
breathing ease as she sat still and allowed her hair to be braided.� It had been awhile since her hair had been
braided, even longer since someone had done it for her.� As she sat, she remembered how she and Cora
would take turns brushing each other�s manes, but nothing more was done.� Having her hair plaited was odd, but it felt
somewhat relaxing and it was a change in the day�s pace.
Vanika smiled at Lyra, returning once again to the dress
forming in her four arms.� She knew that
Rani would like the feel of this soft, almost fur-like material, or at least
she hoped the Vulfrani would like it.�
Her tiny lips drew down in a thoughtful frown as she looked once more at
Lyra.�
�Rani was
strong-willed like Natra when she was first brought here�now look at her.� She hardly speaks, and barely interacts with
the rest of us.� �The Ahrakin shook
her head, all four eyes focused on the blue dress even if her thoughts weren�t
on it right now.� What would happen when
Bha�ruk took Natra?� Not �if�, �when�,
for Vanika knew it was only a matter of time until the Elder mated with his
newest female.� Would Natra be forced
into silence like Rani and Kudra?�
Closing her eyes, Vanika squeezed back the gathering
moisture and swallowed hard, inhaling sharply.�
She felt a hand on her arm, hearing a voice say, �Vanika?�
�Hmmm?�� The Ahrakin female looked at Lyra as the
Natranian gave her a concerned look.�
�What is it, Natra?�
�You�re bleeding,� Lyra said,
pointing to Vanika�s fingers and making the Ahrakin pull her hand away from the
dress to not drip on it.� �What
happened?�
�I think one of the needles slipped,� Vanika murmured,
pressing her thumb against her pricked index and middle fingers to staunch the
bleeding.� �Careless on my part, a
seamstress of my experience shouldn�t allow a needle to prick my hand twice.�
Twisting her mouth to the side, Lyra wondered what could
have made Vanika so agitated.� Then
again, what couldn�t agitate them on this ship?�
Practically everything�except Ta�al.�
He seemed to be the only solace for the other females, at least from
what Lyra had heard from Vanika and Sitana.�
Lyra couldn�t echo their sentiments entirely because she had not seen
the healer since her first day here.
�And that�s probably a
good sign,� Lyra thought, rolling her shoulders to stretch them out.� She moved her head from side to side, feeling
the weight of her braided hair shift around her back before coming to a rest
along her spine and rump.� Grasping the
thick braid, Lyra pulled it in front of her shoulder, admiring Kudra�s
work.�
The lounge doors slid open, and all four females looked up
as their guards stepped aside, bowing their heads.� Bha�ruk strode inside the immense room, hands
clasped behind his back as he approached the cluster of females on the floor
pillows.� His eyes wandered over Vanika
who had immediately returned to her sewing, and then his gaze swept over Nemona
and Kudra as they bowed their backs in positions of submission.�
Trilling to himself, Bha�ruk paused next to Kudra where she
sat motionless, and he placed a hand along the top of her hooded head.� The tremor that moved from her head to his
hand made him raise a brow, but Bha�ruk merely patted her head, moving away
from her.�
Stopping next to Lyra, Bha�ruk stared at the length of
braided silver hair lying along her back.�
It had been at least three days since he had seen Lyra, yet her image
was burned in his mind.� Her long hair
always hung freely around her shoulders and backside; it was almost
disappointing for Bha�ruk to see it bound as it was.�
Bha�ruk�s hand closed around the braid, his fingers brushing
her back momentarily before Lyra inched away, turning to give him an angry
glare.� Ah, yes, how it fueled his blood
to see such fire in her violet eyes, making them appear even darker.� His mandibles clicked softly as he slid her
braid through his cupped hand.�
�Natra�you�ve bound your hair.�
�What of it?� she huffed, flaring her nostrils and wishing
he would stop touching her.�
Chuckling deep in his chest, Bha�ruk dropped the plait and
slowly began to circle Lyra.� �It should
be loose, not trapped as it is.�
�Do you mean trapped like I am trapped here?� And like they are?�� Lyra pointed to the other three females, but
her glare followed him as he moved around her body.� �If that�s true, then by your logic we should
be loose as well.�
�It is not the same, and you know it, my female.�� A low growl escaped Bha�ruk�s throat.
�I am not yours,�
she ground out from her clenched teeth.�
�And I may do with my hair as I wish.�
Raising a heavy brow, Bha�ruk glared at the other four
Yautja in the room, growling, �All of you, get out
now.�� When the four hesitated to do as
ordered, he snarled, �Take my females to their rooms now!�
Instantly, the guards moved towards the females, helping
them stand and leading them out of the lounge, all except for Lyra as Bha�ruk
blocked O�ni.� �Not her.� Get out, and return when you are summoned.�
�Yes, Elder,� O�ni said, quickly bowing to Bha�ruk and then
striding into the outer corridor.
Bha�ruk inhaled deeply, turning to face Lyra as she knelt on
the floor pillows, her angry gaze still on him.�
Slowly walking behind her, he grasped her braided mane, running his
fingers up the soft plait to the part between her shoulder blades.� �You bring up a valid point, Natra.� You may do with your hair as you like��
Exhaling in a huff, Lyra was about to open her mouth to
speak when she heard the soft �shing� of an unsheathed blade.� Her eyes widened as she felt a tug on her
hair, then nothing.� There was no weight
of her mane against her back.� Whipping
her head around, Lyra stared at the length of silver braid held within
Bha�ruk�s hand as he sheathed the small blade at his waist.�
�What�?� she gasped, her mouth
gaping open.
�As I was saying, you may do with it as you like�but it is
mine to take when I want,� Bha�ruk growled, raising his mandibles in a
smirk.� He stared at Lyra with hooded eyes
as her shortened hair fell just below her pale shoulders.� True, he would miss the chance to tangle his
claws in her long mane, but this way she couldn�t use it to conceal any part of
her naked body.
Lyra stared at her hair held by Bha�ruk, taken away from her
with a single slice of a blade.� Slowly
standing, her wide eyes moved from the braid to Bha�ruk�s mocking orange
gaze.� How could he?� How dare this�monster steal her mane!� Without thinking, Lyra charged straight for
him, shrieking in her highest pitch.�
Gathering her legs, Lyra twisted in midair, lashing out with
her hoofed feet and striking Bha�ruk�s abdomen, one of the places without
armor.� She brought her leg back again
and leaned over at a deep angle, driving her foot against his shoulder and
leaving a large dent in the metal.�
Bha�ruk was caught off guard by the first two strikes as
Lyra attacked him, but he recovered fast, dropping the plait of hair to block
his neck from her knife-strike.� Flaring
his mandibles, he roared and grabbed her forearm when she tried to hit his
throat.� This did little to quell the
fight in her as Lyra brought her leg up and swiftly kicked his thigh.�
Hissing as he felt the trickle of blood along his leg,
Bha�ruk was astonished by the ferocity of Lyra�s onslaught; he didn�t expect
such a battle from her.� But to see it
now, to see the storms unleashed in those dark eyes of hers was enough to
electrify him, and he felt his unfulfilled desires flare up within him, pooling
suddenly and viciously between his legs.� Releasing her arm, his hand shot up
and gripped Lyra�s throat; swinging her body around, he shoved her against the
wall.�
Lyra clawed at his arm, struggling to get loose, but Bha�ruk
pinned her lower body against the wall with his own muscular bulk.� Baring her teeth, her head lashed from side
to side and she brought a fist back, preparing to hit his face.� Before she could strike, he grabbed her
wrist, snatching her other hand and forcing her arms above her head.�
Both of them panted heavily, and Bha�ruk pressed his closed
mandibles against her hair, inhaling deeply as Lyra shrieked and tried to move
away.� Her scent was so strong, making
him dizzy with arousal and want, the closeness of her body driving him mad, and
Bha�ruk brought his head back to stare at her with hooded eyes.� �I�ve never�wanted to mate this much.� Natra, you�are my prized female.�
�I�am�not�yours!�
she shrieked, her eyes blazing as she grit her flat teeth.� �I will never
mate with you!�
The angry visage of the goddess flashed in front of Lyra�s
face, and Bha�ruk�s eyes widened then quickly narrowed.� �You�will not control me, Paya!�� His growl escalated to a roar and he thrust
Lyra�s head against the wall in a violent movement he couldn�t stop himself
from repeating.� When he stopped, her head sagged to the side and her eyes were closed.
Huffing, Bha�ruk stared at Lyra�s limp state, but her pulse
beat against his hand as he still held her neck.� He groaned; the pounding in his ears and his
groin demanded he take her now, but he shoved that thought away.� Why should he plunge himself into her
unconscious form now?� The image of Lyra
writhing beneath him, her white skin shining against the dark covers of his bed
was much more pleasing.� He could wait.
Bha�ruk released her arms and bent down to pick up her legs,
gathering her body and carrying her towards the
middle of the lounge.� He stopped when
his wrist guard flashed, drawing his attention.�
Lowering Lyra to the pile of floor pillows, he brought up his wrist,
demanding, �What is it?�
�There�s a small cruiser approaching the ship, Elder,�
Ji�ran�s voice growled.�
�What of it?� Bha�ruk snarled, glancing at Lyra�s prone form
on the pillows.�
�It�it looks like an Exiled�s ship�and they�re requesting to
dock with us.�
Raising a curious brow, Bha�ruk questioned which Exiled
Yautja was coming to him this time.� He
didn�t make it a habit of aiding all Exiled, but he knew never to look away
from any opportunity that could be used to his advantage.� �Allow them to dock, Ji�ran.� I�ll be there soon to speak with this
Exiled.�
�Yes, Elder,� Ji�ran answered, ending their contact.�
Bha�ruk stared at Lyra again, moving to where he had dropped
the plait of her hair.� Picking it up, he
held it up to his waist, tucking each end inside his belt at the sides.� He looked down, briefly admiring his new
�belt�, and then moved to the doors.�
Stepping outside, Bha�ruk stared at O�ni as the guard stood
completely still at his post on one side of the lounge entrance.� �Take Natra to her room, and contact the
healer.�
�Elder?� O�ni asked, giving a questioning look to Bha�ruk.
�You heard me, now do it!� Bha�ruk barked, striding down the
corridor towards the elevators.� �I
shouldn�t have to waste my time repeating my orders.�
�Yes, Elder,� O�ni answered, bowing and walking inside the
lounge.� He stopped after seeing Lyra
lying on the pillows, her face contorted in a pained expression.� Inhaling slowly, O�ni approached Lyra and
collapsed his spear, slipping it into its casing on his back.� The guard bent down and gently scooped the
Natranian into his arms, moving outside the lounge towards her room.
TBC

A/N: I would just like to thank my readers for their immense
patience while I tamed this plot bunny into semi-submission.� And special thanks go to: AntiDolorifico,
shortest_warrior, Death God Dist, Firefly, aquamum, and ArShiya-The Death
Warrior.�
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