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  To his surprise, the female dodged his outstretched hand and swung her fists–dark purple with bruises, covered in dried blood–at him. Brask pulled back, making an annoyed noise in his throat. He hadn't counted on this. Did she want to stay on this hellish ship to be dissolved for her DNA?

  One of the fists came at his eye and Brask didn't turn away soon enough. Pain lanced through the delicate orb, shooting back through the optic nerves into his brain. The dragon reeled back instinctively, sweeping a wing at the human as her fists continued to rain on his feet. She fell to the floor, letting out a pained grunt.

  "Touch me and die!" she screamed, getting back to her feet at once. She darted past Brask into the hall.

  Belatedly, the Justice Warrior realized that she didn't know he was there to rescue her. But they had already wasted precious time, and he couldn't transform and explain the situation to her. Whirling, he caught the back of her clothing in his teeth and hoisted her from the ground. She screeched, writhing every which way like a feral beast. When he wrapped her in a wing, securing her arms and legs, she bit him.

  Creator help him, she actually bit him.

  He felt the pressure of her teeth clamp on his wing, but the skin was too thick and her teeth too blunt to cause any pain. Brask shook his head as he started back down the corridor. The human had courage in her, that was for sure!

  "I'll kill you," she screamed again. "I swear to God I will kill you!"

  The invocation of a deity had his heart leaping, but Brask tucked the human closer to his body and ignored her continued spitting. Now she was screaming profanities, strings of curse words that he had never heard before. The fury in her voice let him know exactly what she thought of him, though. He darted through the corridors, fanning the fires in his belly in case he came across an enemy.

  He did, but only once, a dragoness who nodded and stepped aside when he growled at her. Her gaze was on the human–clearly, she was a member of Din's crew who did not accept his blasphemies.

  They were at the escape pod within a few minutes, but already they were running five seconds behind. That was not good. His informant, Trafin, a tiny, purple-scaled dragoness, was already there, firing up the controls. There was hardly enough room for Brask in his beast's form, but he managed to squeeze in and hit the control to shut the door after them.

  "Let me go, you freaking dragon!" The human was kicking again, making her hard to hold.

  "Relax," Trafin said over her shoulder, as she piloted the escape pod away from the science vessel. "We're rescuing you."

  Her assurances did nothing to calm the human down.

  ***

  In the end, the human needed to be sedated in order to prevent her from harming herself further. Brask stood outside the medical bay, watching her sleep. He was fascinated by how soft and fragile she looked. She was plump like a baby, her skin smooth without the protection of scales. And yet she had fought tooth and nail against the perceived threat. He liked that.

  He liked that a lot.

  Biryl stepped up beside him, handing him a tablet with an attached infolink. The infolink, a spike that was inserted directly into the brain for information upload, was the most efficient way of transferring data, but Brask didn't use it unless he needed to. His brain wasn't able to handle the influx of information well. He preferred to process data as it came, rather than receive it all at once and have to sort through it to find what was relevant.

  "Bruised knuckles, fractured phalanges." Brask shook his head. "And all self-inflicted. She must have been beating the walls trying to escape. I'd like to sever Din's head from his shoulders for this. The man has no respect for science or life."

  Biryl grunted in agreement. "We've already healed her injuries. The real question is what we're going to do with her now. She was illegally abducted from Earth, but we illegally retrieved her. And with his mother at his back, Din might just get her back if we give her to the Science Board."

  "It's illegal not to." Brask clenched his fists, welcoming the hot flood of anger in his belly. It was the reason he had chosen to go into Justice rather than Science. He was always deemed too emotional, but when it came to Justice, emotion gave him his strength.

  "We are Justice Keepers, it's our duty to uphold the law." Biryl put a hand on his shoulder. "With the new members on the Science Board, maybe Nylæq won't have the influence to return the human to Din."

  "We are Justice Keepers. But do we obey the word or the spirit of Justice?" Brask sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I am going to cleanse. I can feel the toxins from that exhaust still in my pores. Inform me when the human wakes. I want to talk with her myself."

  Biryl nodded. "I will."

  Brask turned away, his limbs feeling heavy. There was only one legal way to keep the human with them–but was it something she would agree to? And even if she did, could he do it in good conscience, knowing that she would be agreeing only because she feared for her life?

  Creator, he prayed, let me know what I should do.

  Chapter Three

  The door opened and Libba went to smooth her hair before she remembered she had shaved her head on the anniversary of her best friend dying of cancer. Before she had donated it all, her hair had been long enough to touch her ass. But hair grew back, and honestly, other people needed it more than she did.

  The alien who stepped into the room was bigger than the other one, Din, had been. He was taller, broader, more muscular. Like Din, his skin was covered in tiny scales, each one catching the light and reflecting it back. Instead of Din's orange, though, this alien was a silver-blue color, which made the red of his eyes all the bolder. A terrifying sight, even though there was something relaxed about him that made him not nearly as frightening as the other one.

  She shivered at the thought of Din. Would this new alien want to kill her for her DNA too? At least her hands were healed, so she could fight him off a little more effectively. At least she hoped she could.

  "Hello. My name is Brask." The alien bowed. "I apologize for frightening you before, but we had limited time to escape from Din's ship and I couldn't take the time to explain."

  Libba nodded, swallowing hard. She thought she had best not get her rescuer angry. Although she had a sense that he wasn't going to be angry with her anyway. Even though her mind screamed at her to take this alien as a threat, just like the other one, her gut instinct said she could trust him.

  "Thank you. For rescuing me. I didn't expect…" What was she supposed to do now? She swallowed again. When she returned to Earth, she needed as much information as she could to tell the government about these shapeshifting dragons. "So tell me about yourself. Your people. Stlozyn, right?"

  "That is correct. Our ancestors were taken from Earth hundreds of years ago and genetically modified to be soldiers. Hence our differences."

  "Our differences as in you're covered with scales and can turn into dragons?"

  Brask's brow furrowed. He opened his mouth and Libba shook her head.

  "Right, you call yourselves dragons and dragonesses instead of men and women. The… animal form that you can take, it looks like the dragons in human stories."

  "Ah. I see. Yes, I suppose that is the largest difference." He smiled. It was a startlingly charming smile.

  Libba was surprised to feel her heart flip-flop at the sight. What the hell? He was an alien. Why was she reacting like this?

  She cleared her throat. "So, you're going to take me home now, right?"

  His smile faded. "I'm afraid I can't do that."

  Libba bristled. "Why not? You're not planning on using my DNA to cure your fertility problems or whatnot, are you? Because I am telling you right now, if you try to hurt me, I will kill you."

  She tried to sound more confident than she felt. Because, really, how was she supposed to even defend herself against a freaking dragon, let alone kill him? Clearly, her threats were amusing, because the smile came back full force. A gleam appeared in his red eyes. It was almost admiring. Why would he b
e admiring her?

  "There was a discussion when human females began to be abducted from Earth about returning them. It was decided that it would be best for the females and Stlozyn both if they were given a place among our people, instead of being returned."

  "Better for us? How the hell do you figure?"

  "We have done research on Earth, and observed humans. The existence of life beyond Earth is sneered at in most cases. If you returned to your home and said that you had been to the stars, how do you think people would react?"

  Libba scowled. She'd be put in a white padded cell. So much for collecting information for the government. "And better for you?"

  "Because some people would assume we were wanting to invade. They'd seek out our scientists and…" Another grin, this one sardonic. "I have seen ET."

  "Really?" Libba couldn't help but laugh. "You mean the movie by Steven Spielberg?"

  Brask nodded. "It was part of my training when I served as a protective detail for a group of anthropologists. There is a certain risk that the human government would react negatively to our presence. And so it was declared illegal for humans to be returned to Earth. You have my sincere apologies, human."

  "My name is Libba."

  "Libba. If it were up to me you would all be returned. But I am unwilling to be branded a criminal. Not when I have so many plans."

  He sounded sincere. Libba ran a hand over her bald head again. "What plans?"

  "Nothing nefarious. It's a little difficult to explain if you don't know our culture."

  "You're run by some sort of science board thing. You guys had some sort of plague that was making you infertile. What else do I need to know?"

  Brask laughed softly. "Sit down. This is going to take a little bit of discussion."

  Libba glared at him, but when he sat on one end of the bed, she sat on the other and folded her arms. "Okay. So explain."

  "Our government is composed of various boards. The Science Board is our highest level, but we also have the Justice Board, the Agricultural Board and other boards that oversee various systems. The Science Board is the highest because science gets into every other field."

  Libba nodded. So far so clear. "So are you a Science Alpha like that other dude was? Commander of the ship and all that?"

  "I'm not a scientist. I'm a Justice Warrior. It's a rank of Justice Keeper. I'll admit I'm not very familiar with Earth, but I do know you have a military. I would be something like a colonel in your army." Brask settled back, giving her another smile. "Scientists are the highest citizens in Stlozyn culture. The pursuit of knowledge is considered the greatest of all occupations, but not everybody is considered worthy enough to go into the sciences. Me, for instance. I'm too emotional, too… some would say I don't have a rigorous enough mind."

  He shifted, seemingly embarrassed, though there was no change in skin color to indicate if he was blushing. Did aliens even blush?

  "You see, I'm a follower of the Creator."

  Libba frowned. She thought for a moment, tapping her feet. "You mean you're religious?"

  "Yes." He nodded, leaning closer. "Religion is not looked upon kindly on Bronæl."

  "Bron—"

  "The name of our home planet. I hope to create a colony away from Bronæl with an independent government that is welcoming for individuals with beliefs that can't be proven by science."

  Libba was an atheist herself, but she respected the desire to live life within a belief system, so long as it didn't infringe on the rights of others. She'd fight for other people's right to believe as much as she'd fight for her own right not to believe. As for Brask's situation, she thought she understood. "And you have to have the respect of the Science Board in order to start a colony?"

  Brask nodded.

  So he couldn’t take her home without being a criminal and losing his chance at starting up this colony of his. Libba turned her face away, hiding the tears that stung her eyes. She was not going to cry in front of an alien, even if he had rescued her.

  "So what happens to me now?" she asked.

  "There are two options. Legally, I am required to hand you over to our government."

  Libba shivered. "Will they melt me down for my DNA?"

  "No. It's unethical to perform experiments on those who do not give their consent." His fists clenched and he looked away. "However… the dragon that took you from Earth…"

  Libba wrapped her arms around herself, fighting down bile. "What about him?"

  "He has a very protected place in society. His mother commands the largest science fleet there is. Not only that, but she has several warships at her disposal as well. We have long wanted to arrest him for his blasphemous practices—"

  "Blasphemous? I thought you said you guys weren't religious."

  Brask paused for a moment, startled. "It's blasphemy against science to use unethical practices."

  "So science is your religion."

  The alien frowned at her for a long moment before shrugging. "If that's how you want to see it. But as I was saying, he has connections, and his mother has power. He has been mocking justice for years. It just might be that he has enough influence over the Science Board to get you back."

  Libba went cold again. Her throat was dry, and all she could do was stare at the alien.

  "The chances are slim that he would actually succeed," he was quick to add. "There have been recent, major reforms in the Science Board that have seen several of the older members replaced with those with more open minds. But there is a possibility that he would get you back in his grasp."

  "Not happening." Libba folded her arms. She was shivering from head to toe, but she wasn't going to show weakness. No chance in hell.

  Brask nodded.

  "So what's the second option?"

  The alien hesitated. "The only way I can keep you with me is… well, it would require you to lie."

  "About what?"

  "You would have to say that we knew each other on Earth. I have spent some time there recently, observing Din's movements, so it's reasonable that I would have met a human woman."

  "But you're not allowed to take humans from Earth."

  "Unless they’re pregnant."

  Libba stared at him blankly. "You want me to pretend to be pregnant?"

  Brask winced. "No. The board would require proof. You would have to be pregnant. With my child."

  It was only the knowledge that she would hurt herself more than him that stopped Libba from decking him in the face. She leaped to her feet, shaking her head wildly. "Nuh-uh. No way in hell. You can't tell me that I can't go home, then expect me to have sex with you."

  "I am not suggesting a sexual encounter," the alien said, wincing again. He held up his hands. "I believe that humans have synthetic means of combining genetic material and implanting the embryo. We do as well, and if you were to choose to stay with me, that is the method we would use. But it is your choice, and as I said, the chances that Din would get you back are slim. You would most likely be put with the other human women who were taken from Earth."

  Libba glowered at him, pacing from one end of the room to the other. No way. There was no way she was going to have an alien baby. No. She'd take her chances.

  Of getting given back to Din and melted down. Would she be alive during the process? Conscious?

  "The choice is yours—"

  "I get that," she snapped. Her shoulders slumped. Brask was attractive, in an exotic sort of way. If they had met in a bar, she'd be all over him. "And if I decide to stay with you, then what?"

  "I'll help you settle in my home on the moon where I live. Help you integrate into society. And if you ever change your mind and want to go to the Science Board, I will take you to Bronæl. I will expect nothing from you, and you will be free to change your mind whenever you want."

  Libba stared at the alien she had just met. Could she really do this? Agree to have his baby so she could stay with him? Her hand went over her bald head again. She sat back down, frowning. Closing
her eyes, she imagined being pregnant. To her surprise, she liked the image. Then she imagined that the baby was covered in silver-blue scales.

  She liked the image even more.

  Wow. Just wow.

  Libba opened her eyes again. Maybe it was Brask's assurances that this was her choice. Maybe it was that her brain was scrambled by her abduction. But now that she actually thought about it, getting pregnant with his baby really didn't sound like that bad of an idea. In fact, given a few days, she might actually really like the idea…

  I must be crazy.

  "Okay. Okay, this is really weird and bizarre, but what the hell. I've been wanting to figure out what to do with my life. I might as well be a mom. So let's make babies."

  Chapter Four

  Even though Brask had tried to downplay the chances that she would be given back to Din, Libba was determined that she wasn't going to go anywhere near the Science Board. But Brask had felt extremely uncertain about going ahead and impregnating her with his genetic material. The whole thing felt too much like she was being forced to make a choice she didn't want.

  He had actively tried to change her mind several times. In the end, Libba had threatened to cut off his head if he didn't accept her choice. She had even said that if he didn't want a half-human child, she'd go with any of the dragons on his crew.

  Given that they were still in space, Biryl was the only other option. For some strange reason, thinking of Libba swelling with his best friend's child made him want to punch Biryl in the face, and so he had relented and stopped trying to change the human's mind. Trafin was the one to perform the actual procedure, and when Brask saw Libba afterward, she looked perfectly happy and relaxed. It helped him feel better about the whole situation.

  Still, when he looked at the confirmation that the human was pregnant, he couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.

  "I'm sorry," he blurted out when he saw Libba after the procedure.

  She shook her head. "Look, you gave me plenty of chances to change my mind. You have nothing to be sorry about. I've already had my freak out, and I'm good. So stop apologizing before I have to stuff a dirty sock in your mouth."