Alien Prince: (Bride of Qetesh) An Alien SciFi Romance (2 page)

“How’s it goin’, Mama?” I asked, trailing my fingers over the granite countertops.

“Oh, fine,” she said, untying the strings of her apron. “Except that the Europax contingent is placing sanctions against the Keldeeri, and so your father and I are trying to negotiate against an impending embargo.” So much for normal.

“Yikes,” I said.

“Yikes is right.”

“What do the Keldeeri want?” I asked, crossing my arms in front of me.

“Women,” she said. “Either human or Europax.”

“Jeez,” I muttered under my breath, “Not another planet whose women are dying off?”

“No, no,” My mother said, sliding in socked feet across the kitchen tile and throwing open the refrigerator. “That’s why the Europax don’t want to cooperate. It’s not like Qetesh — the Keldeeri have plenty of women. They want the Europax for, er… sport.”

“You can say ‘brothels’, Mom.”

“Well, whatever.” She bent at the waist and procured a bottle of Chardonnay, holding it aloft with a beaming smile. “Look!”

“Oooh,” I cooed, and stepped forward to take the bottle from her, peering down at the label. “Is this a good year?”

“I have no idea. But beggars can’t be choosers.” Mom got us a few glasses, and I rifled through a nearby drawer to find the wine key. Popping open the bottle, I poured us two sizable servings, and we clinked our glasses together. They only had shipments from Earth once a month and the supplies were always picked clean. I sipped, reveling in the sharp flavor of the wine.

“So,” I said, setting my glass down on the countertop, “there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” Her tone was dubious.

“Yeah, um.” I cleared my throat. “I want to go to Earth.”

My mother’s face was utterly unreadable as she lifted her glass to her lips and drank deeply. “Mm,” she hummed, giving a slow nod of her head.

“So…” I continued, jutting my hip out as I fell into an easy lean against the counter, “is that something that you guys could, like… help me with?”

She canted her head gently to the side, then turned her gaze toward the empty doorway just past me and shouted, “Jack!” She called his name a few more times before my father came shuffling into the kitchen, his eyebrows arched high over his shrewd eyes. “Your daughter wants to go to Earth.”

He furrowed his brow and eyed me curiously. “Earth,” he repeated, as though it were a strange request. “What does she want to do that for?”

“I haven’t the faintest notion,” my mother said, cradling her half-empty wine glass in her left hand.

I looked between them, knowing that I would meet some resistance but finding it baffling that they should be surprised. “What?” I asked, unable to discern what their oblique expressions could mean. “You can’t think it’s weird.”

“No, I suppose we always knew this day would come,” my father said, making his way to the fridge to grab himself another beer. “I guess I just assumed it would be later.”

“Later, like when?” I asked, watching him use the side of the granite countertop to pop the bottle cap from his beer. I blinked owlishly, surprised that my mother didn’t have something to say about it, but her attention was focused heavily on me.

“Like when you wanted to settle down and have a family of your own,” she said gently. “We know that there’s not exactly a ton of choices in the eligible human male department.”

“Not that we’re saying we wouldn’t approve of your joining with a member of another species. We’re progressive, forward-thinking types.”

“But,” my mother interjected, “we know how special it is to have a child. A daughter. We wouldn’t want you to deprive yourself of that.”

“Some species support cross-breeding, Cora, you know that,” my dad muttered under his breath.

“But that isn’t the point,” she shot back conspiratorially, evoking a nod of concession.

“What is the point?” I asked, finishing off the wine and propping my hands up on my hips as I stared at my parents from across the kitchen island.

“The point,” my father said at length, “is that we are still very early in our cross-breeding phase. We know that pairings could create viable half-breed offspring, but we don’t necessarily know if they will.”

“Or if they should,” my mother added.

“Well, but the Echelon is sending all those human and Europax women to Qetesh. I just assumed—”

“It’s really only phase one,” Dad said. “Just to see if we can correct a trend before an entire species dies off.”

I nodded, though I couldn’t shake the notion that they were both putting the proverbial cart way before the proverbial horse. “Well,” I said at length, “I'm not looking to settle down, so to speak. But I do want…”

“What?” My mother urged.

“I don’t know. Something else.” I picked absently at my nail beds and I did not look at them. “Something more… normal.”

My father chuckled low in his throat, and I heard my mother sigh through her nostrils. Jack and Cora Vauss were an impenetrable wall when they were united, which they usually were. “Normal,” my father repeated, like he was turning the word over in his mouth to have a better understanding of it. “What does that even mean?”

“More like other people,” my mom said, and there was an edge to her tone that put me on edge as well.

“I’m not passing judgment or anything,” I said quickly. “I just want to try another kind of life, that’s all.”

“What’s so wrong with the one we’ve given you?” Mom asked, and that was where I lost them.

“Nothing,” I said, even as I watched my mom turn her attention to the oven and her pot roast. She slipped her hands into her oven mitts and opened the oven door, sending a plume of hot air into the kitchen. “Nothing is wrong with it, I just want something else.”

“You’re like the little mermaid,” my dad said, and I quirked a brow. “Yeah, you live in this magical underwater kingdom that most little girls would kill to be a part of, and all you want to do is live on the shore like, like… like some typical human.”

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, exactly!” Mom took the pot roast out and let it cool on the top of the stove.

“Well, it’s done,” she said, “but it looks kind of disgusting. We have some Keldeeri hash that we froze, we could just—”

“No, I don’t want any Keldeeri food or Europax food or… or any of that crap. I just want normal people food. I want the disgusting pot roast, all right?” I hadn’t meant to raise my voice. My mother put her hands up defensively in front of her, still wearing the pair of ridiculous red polka dot oven mitts. Then she exited into the dining room to set the table, and I was left alone with Dad, who was chewing contemplatively at his lower lip.

“Listen, pea,” he said, invoking my childhood nickname, “it’s not that we don’t want to give you what you want, it’s just that permanent settlement anywhere off the
Atria
takes a long time. You have to be coached, prepared. It’s a months-long process and the chances of us seeing each other once you leave the
Atria
are very slim.”

“Why?” I asked, suddenly wide-eyed.

“Because the
Atria
doesn’t spend much time anywhere near Earth. Human technology is too advanced. They can spot us too quickly nowadays.”

He pursed his lips in a thin smile before turning on his socked heel to head into the dining room, leaving me there alone with the steaming pot roast. I didn’t bring the subject up again while we were eating. I let them believe I’d dropped the whole thing, let them ask me about work, about my friends, about how I liked my new living quarters. I talked to them about their research, about their work with the Echelon, how the human and Europax placements on Qetesh had been going, and everything just sort of got back to normal.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I could have my cake and eat it, too. If I could somehow get aboard the transport vessel that made its monthly trek to Earth for supplies, I could go there for a month-long vacation, and be back aboard the
Atria
before they’d written me off for dead. I would leave a note for my parents to let them know not to worry, and that would be it. Easy, if slightly deceptive. I knew that the transport vessel had only recently arrived, given the Chardonnay, so if I worked fast, I could be on Earth any day now.

The whole business of figuring out which ship in the hangar bay was the transport vessel (the large one that looked like a giant box) and ascertaining whether or not it had life support (it did, it came standard) and whether or not it would have a manned crew (It would) was a fairly simple one. And, even better, the captain of the transport ship was a Europax pilot I’d grown up with: Teldara Kinesse. She was tall and slender, with long graceful limbs and skin the color of cafe au lait. She wore her hair in a tapered bob that ended in a sharp point at her chin and was longer in the front than it was in the back. With this hairstyle, she could pass for human: her earlessness was hidden, and she was only six feet tall — short, by Europaxian standards.

In any event, I waited on the scaffolding until I saw Teldara crossing toward the transport ship with an overstuffed duffle bag slung over her shoulder. She wore a fitted black jumpsuit and combat boots, and I could see the glint off the delicate jewel in her nose even from afar. I darted down the metal stairs and across the floor of the hangar bay until I caught up with her, tapping her on the shoulder even as she hauled her duffle bag into the cargo hold.

“Hi!” I said, beaming up at Tel from half a foot beneath her.

She inclined her head somewhat, then arched one thin brow high over a glinting blue eye. “Hi…” she responded, her tone as dubious as her expression.

“How are you?” I asked, all smiles and sunshine.

“All right, what do you want?” Tel crossed her arms beneath her breasts and glared down at me, though her look was not without a hint of playfulness.

“Why do you automatically assume that I want something?” I asked, full of feigned innocence.

“Because I have never once in my life seen you in the hangar bay, and I know by now that when any one of my shifty school friends turns up it’s because they want me to score them something from the shipment, or they want me to deliver something shady, or they want me to smuggle them off the
Atria
.” She looked at me, and something in my expression must have given me away, because she groaned audibly and slapped her palms against her upper thighs. “You want me to smuggle you off the
Atria
?”

“Smuggle is such a strong word,” I said, even as Tel turned around to attend to her bag. “It’s more that I want you to… give me a lift.”

“Um, let me think…. No.”

Teldara shouldered past me, and I followed close on her heels as she headed out of the hangar bay. “Just hear me out,” I said, struggling to keep up with her long strides.

“Lore, you are always trying to get me into trouble,” she said, and I could see the corner of her mouth hook up in a smile.

“When have I ever—”

“That time we went to Europa for spring break, and got drunk on that stuff… oh, what was it called…”

“Larandi wine!” I said, smiling at the memory. “Nectar of the Gods, I swear.”

“Yeah, it was delicious—”

“See?” I interjected. “We have fun.”

“Until we stumbled onto the Keldeeri Embassy and they nearly took our heads off.” Tel pushed through a door at the far end of the hangar bay, and we were admitted into a bustling corridor full of merchants and military coming and going from the ships they’d docked in Hangar C.

“It was just a misunderstanding,” I asserted. “And we still have our heads. No harm, no foul.”

We rounded the corner and made our way toward the lift that would take us back to the heart of the
Atria
. But before we could, Tel rounded on me, forcing me to stop lest I run square into her. “Tell me this,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her as she peered down at me. “Why do you want to go to Earth?”

“Because,” I began, and tried to make myself a little taller, “I want to know what it’s like to have a normal human life. And when I asked my family about it, they told me that if I moved there permanently, I would never see them again. I couldn’t live with myself if I just…cut my parents out of my life. And I don’t want to make a rash decision about up and moving to Earth before I’ve even seen it.”

“Yeah,” she begrudgingly conceded, “but what if it’s awful?”

“Exactly. What if it’s awful? So I just want to check it out a little. I thought if I could travel aboard the transport vessel, I could just see a little bit of it and come back. Maybe sate my curiosity.” She nodded. I had her hooked. “And hey, what if I help you out a little, huh? I know your job is to load the transport vessel, so I could do some manual labor for you. Make it a little easier. What do you say?”

Her nostrils flared as she exhaled sharply through them, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind as she considered my proposition. People of all different shapes, colors, and sizes were filing past us in both directions; we were the only still creatures in a hive of activity.

“Well,” she said at length, “I haven’t really seen any of Earth, the two times I’ve flown out there.”

“See? And now you’ll have an excuse to do a little sightseeing while you’re there! It’ll be fun, like spring break all over again.”

“Except without ending up with automatic laser rifles pointed at us.”

“Except for that.”

And thus, we had an accord. It was great, actually, in the days preceding the launch. We had dinner or drinks every night, and talked about the things we wanted to do or see when we were on Earth, with our tablets on the table between us as we scrolled through images and articles about the things to do and see. We'd be landing in the middle of the ocean, whereupon the spaceship would disguise itself as a water ship and we’d end up somewhere in a place called Florida, which looked pretty nice all things considered. Lots of palm trees and beaches. I couldn’t wait.

The plan was that Tel would list me as a labor hand on the ship roster. She’d have me sneak on board the night before launch, and that would be that. We’d be en route before anyone became aware that I was somewhere I shouldn’t be, but they wouldn’t halt the mission for one inconsequential stowaway, so I’d be allowed to go on with the ship and face a slap on the wrist when I got back. Free and easy.