Dazz (2 page)

Dazz

When the shuttlecraft landed inside the Cargo Bay, Dazz ordered Sakku, “Inform Stavven of the situation and to expect out arrival.”  He then carefully stepped out with the alien female in his arms and carried her to Sick Bay.

“Stavven?” Dazz asked as he entered the large room.  Stavven was the ships chief Medical Officer, and healer.

“Over here, Commander.”  Stavven glanced at the female in his arms.  “Is this the patient?”

“Yes, she’s an unknown species that the Tureis held prisoner.  Can you help her?”

“I’ll see what I can do.  Lay her down here.”  He pointed to a long, rectangular, slightly padded table.  After Dazz did as the healer requested, he watched as Stavven pulled out a scanner and ran it over the female’s body, which remained hidden by her filthy, stinking rags.

“It seems that she is covered with bruises and has multiple broken bones.  I’m not sure how she’s still alive.”

Dazz looked at the female lying on the table.  Could those colored areas be bruises?  He hoped not!  What she would have endured if those were bruises that marred her delicate face!  He almost wished he’d left some of the Tureis alive, just so he could kill them again on her behalf.

“Why would they do that to her?”  Dazz ground out the words through his clenched jaw.  “This is not their normal behavior.  They usually try to make a profit by selling the females.”

“I can’t answer that, Commander.  Right now, I need to move her to the medi-chamber and begin the healing process.”

When Stavven started to pick the female up, a surge of protectiveness enveloped Dazz, and he said, “Don’t touch her! I’ll do it.”

“As you wish, Commander,” Stavven said, a little hesitantly.

Dazz carefully scooped the female up in his arms and carefully carried her to the medi-chamber.   When Stavven reached for the hem of her shirt, Dazz ordered, “Stop!  What are you doing?” he glared.

“Commander, we should remove her clothes.  They are filthy.”

“No!  You will not undress her.  She has too many injuries and you may cause further damage.”  Dazz refused to admit that he didn’t want Stavven, or any other male, to see her in a state of undress.  He scrunched his nose as he wondered where those thoughts were coming from.  Shaking off the odd emotions, he closed the glass lid over of her while Stavven set the program that would start the healing process.

“This will take several standard days, Commander.”

“That long?”

“The female has many injuries, so yes, that long.”

“Notify me when she wakes up.”  Dazz still stared through the glass top, wondering why he felt protective over the strange-looking female.

His beeping com-unit pulled his attention away from her.  “Commander, you have a sub-space message from the
Victory
.”

“Thank you, I’ll take it in my Ready Room.”  He took one last look at her, and then headed out of Sick Bay.

Sitting down at his desk, he tapped a few buttons on the holo-pad and Jakke’s face appeared on screen.

“This is the Commander of the
Victory
.”  Dazz couldn’t help but smile.  Jakke was always the more formal one.  Probably because he was the eldest, and the next in line to lead Azziar.  “Takkeo is back on board, and is unharmed.  We are headed back home and I will not be returning to the Dreama Sector.”  His face took a less-authoritative expression as his eyes softened.  “Brothers, it’s a long story, but I wanted you to know that I have taken a mate and I’m taking her home to Azziar.”  Jakke grinned, “Hold strong, brothers.”

The message ended and Dazz grinned, shaking his head.  That was just like his older brother, to say that he had mated and then leave them wondering.

“Commander?”

“Go ahead, Kainn,” he said after taping his com-unit.

“Are we continuing on to the Dreama Sector?”  Hmm…that was a good question.  Takkeo was safe and there was no real reason to continue on course.  His other brothers could handle the situation in the Dreama Sector.

“No.  Hold position.  Let’s see if anymore Tureis ships appear from the wormhole.”

“Yes, Commander.”

Dazz learned back in his chair and laced his fingers together.  He was thinking over the situation when his door chimed.  “Enter.”

The door slid open and Sakku walked in.  “Commander.”

Dazz smiled at his good friend.  “Sakku, you don’t have to stick to formalities when we’re alone.”

Sakku returned his smile before grabbing two mugs and pouring them each a drink.  “I know,” he said as he took a sip.  “Have you ever seen anything like the female before?”

Dazz pursed his lips before saying, “No, and I’m not sure she really looks like that.  Stavven said she was covered in bruises and had many broken bones.”

“Could she be a female from the Dreama Sector?  That’s where Commander Jakke encountered the Tureis, correct?”

“Possibly.  I hope to get answers when she awakes.” 

Chloe

As her eyes slowly opened, everything appeared blurry, hazy.  When her vison finally focused, Chloe noticed the clear glass in front of her face.  Beyond that, she noticed one bright light on the white ceiling.

She wiggled her fingers and toes, noticing that nothing hurt.  Strange!  The last thing she remembered was that her eyes were swollen shut and her body hurt everywhere in agony.  
How did I get here?
She wondered for just a moment.

Feeling around inside the chamber, her fingers found a latch.  It took a little time, but once she released it, the glass door sprang open and Chloe took a deep breath of open, clean air. 

After climbing out of the chamber, she landed softly on her bare feet.  She expected pain, but felt only mild soreness.  Shaking out her arms and legs, she noted they worked fine and she felt strong.   She glanced back at the medi-chamber, amazed at how it had completely healed her body in such a short amount of time.  She didn’t even feel hungry anymore, she felt…normal…almost as if she could take on the world. 

“Okay, I need to get out of here,” she mumbled even though she didn’t know where
here
was.  At least she wasn’t in a dark cell still chained to the floor.  When that thought passed through her mind, one lone tear came to her eye, but she hastily wiped it away.  She didn’t have time to feel sorry for herself; she’d do that when she was safe, and hopefully back home.  Right now, she needed to be strong.

Looking around the sterile room,
yep, definitely a hospital of some type
, she needed a way to escape before her captors---or rescuers--- came back. 

She scanned the entire room but only saw the one door.  Not knowing where she was or who might be waiting for her, she didn’t want to just walk out like she had on the Tureis ship.  That had ended badly. 

With her hands on her hips, she let out a frustrated sigh while looking up
. “Why me?”
she silently asked herself.  That’s when she saw it---a covered vent near the top of the wall. 
“Yes!”
she thought, elated.  Studying it more closely, she knew it would be a tight fit, but it could work.

Chloe pulled over a chair and placed it near the wall underneath the vent.  When she stepped on top of it, she still wasn’t high enough to reach the vent. 
Dammit!
  At five-feet-ten, she considered herself tall for a woman.

A small table in the corner caught Chloe’s eye.  It stood a little bit taller than the chair she was using.  It took some doing, but she finally maneuvered the table near the wall.  When she climbed on top of it, she stretched her body until her fingers barely reached the vent, but she still wasn’t high enough.

Chloe hopped down off the table and grabbed the chair.  After placing it on the table, she climbed back up and could now easily reach the vent. She grabbed the grate that covered the opening and pulled as hard as she could.  With one last grunt, the grate swung free and fell to the metal floor, making a loud, clanking noise.

Worried that someone would hear and come to investigate the noise, she grabbed hold of some type of seam inside of the vent.  It took more strength than she’d anticipated, but she finally pulled herself through the narrow opening.

Surprisingly, she found the ventilation shaft widened just beyond the opening, and she was able to move through it on hands and knees.

Lying on her back and breathing heavily, she closed her eyes and rested for just a second before turning onto her hands and knees.

Chloe slowly crawled through the vent shaft until she found another grate and peered through it. 
Ah…I’m on an Azziarin ship!
She thought, as she watched while one Azziarin talked with another.

Two males sat in the room, one behind a desk, the other in a chair facing him.  The one in the chair took a sip of something and it made Chloe’s mouth water.

“Has the female woken up yet?”

“No, the last time I checked, she was still in the medi-chamber.  Stavven said it would be at least two more standard days until she wakes, but her body was healing at a faster rate.”

Chloe’s eyes focused on the one behind the desk, the one who had just spoken.  Even though she couldn’t understand him, his voice poured into her soul, making her body crazy.  Her breathing grew rapid as her heart pounded.  Her womanhood throbbed with want…with need… as her nipples hardened.  She closed her eyes then slowly opened them, trying to will her body under control. 

“You still don’t know what species she is, Dazz?”

Chloe heard the other one speak, but focused on the one behind the desk.  “Not yet,” he answered.  Who is he?  She silently watched his luscious lips as they moved, forming the words that she could listen to all day.  She could barely see the tips of his fangs, which might have scared her if she wasn’t used to seeing the Azziarins on Earth.  She stared at the tanned male with bright-blue cat eyes and short, white hair.  This male made her body feel things that she’d never felt before. 

“Even the healer couldn’t find any information on her type in the database.”  The male lifted his drink and she watched as he placed it to his lips…those lips!   She stared at him a little longer, just listening to him talk before turning her head to break the trance.

Chloe had had several boyfriends and she wasn’t a virgin, but her body had never reacted this way before---and just from hearing him speak!  She didn’t understand it.

Breaking the spell and moving on, she passed by the Dining Hall and peered longingly at the aromatic food.  She wasn’t hungry, but it had been a long time since she had eaten hot, cooked food.  The tables were lined with Azziarins talking and laughing.  Not that she could understand what they were saying, nor did she care.  With one last look, she moved on.  No need to torture herself if she couldn’t partake. 

Continuing on, she found someone’s living quarters.  The male looked like all the other Azziarins.  Seven-feet tall, white hair.  This guy had long, flowing hair. She watched as he removed his weapons and black jumpsuit and laid them on the bed before entering a smaller room.

Chloe quickly moved forward so she could watch what he was doing.  Back home, they would’ve called her a peeping Tom, or maybe a peeping Jane. 
What did they call women who spied on men?
She shook her head to stop her rambling thoughts.  It didn’t matter because she wasn’t interested in him, she just wanted to know how everything worked.

He stood nude in the small room, and although her body didn’t react, she couldn’t help but stare with wide eyes at the perfection of his body. Not only was he taller than the average human man, everything was larger, in proportion to his size.  Any Azziarin could be on the cover of a fitness magazine back home. 

She watched him place a hand inside the shower like enclosure.  When he touched the wall, a panel slid back.  Chloe watched intently, remembering everything he did.

She waited patiently in the vent for him to finish showering.  When he entered the main room, he donned a black jumpsuit like all the others wore.  Patiently, she waited for him to leave, hoping that he would.  All Chloe could think about was taking a much needed, hot shower.

Finally, she watched him leave, giving a silent thank you to whoever might be listening.  When she felt confident that he wouldn’t return, she kicked out the grate, slid out, and landed silently on her feet.

Chloe quickly repeated the movements she’d watched the male perform.  The water cascaded down from above and she laughed aloud. 
A shower!
 

She closed her eyes and offered silent thanks as she tore off her filthy clothes and stepped into the warm spray.  She watched the dirty water run down her body into a drain near her feet.  She knew that everyone on Earth probably looked---and smelt--- as bad as she did.

She scrubbed her body and hair until the water ran clear, then she scrubbed on more time for good measure.  Chloe refused to put her filthy rags back on, so after drying off, she found one of the black jumpsuits and put it on.  It conformed to her body, showing every curve, she just had to roll the legs and sleeves up.  Now all she had to do was to hoist herself back up into the vent.  She sighed; easier said than done.