Dazz (3 page)

Dazz

“Commander?” 

He tapped his com-unit. “Go ahead, Stavven.”

“Commander, the female is missing!”  Stavven sounded almost frantic.

“What do you mean she’s missing?”  Dazz jumped to his feet and headed toward Sick Bay.

“I mean she’s gone, missing, nowhere to be found.  It appears as though she climbed into the vent.”

“What?!  Never mind, I’m on my way.”

How had she gotten into the vent? He wondered.  When he’d held her, he’d thought she was small, but---he glanced up at the vent---yes, she could fit.  Dazz headed down the corridor, but before he made it to Sick Bay, the ship rocked as the computer blared, “Red alert!”  He changed directions and headed toward the Bridge at top speed.

“Chasse, report!” Dazz demanded, as he stormed onto the Bridge.

“A Tureis ship slipped by our sensors and caught us off guard!”

“Return fire!” he ordered, as he took a seat in the Commander’s chair and stared at view screen.

When the torpedo hit its target, Dazz watched the enemy ship rock before reversing its course back through the wormhole.  They were unaware that when the Tureis fired at them, another Tureis ship slipped by unnoticed.

When the Tureis ship was no longer visible, Dazz said, “They may return, so stay focused and keep me advised.  Right now, I’m needed in Sick Bay.”

“Yes, Commander,” Chasse responded.

Dazz headed down the corridor with one thing on his mind, finding the unknown female.

“Stavven, any news?”  Dazz asked as soon as he entered Sick Bay.

“No, Commander, not on the female’s location.  I can tell you that the medi-chamber healed her body much quicker than I anticipated.  According to the readouts, her bones are much smaller than ours are, in size and density.”

Dazz glanced up at the vent opening and said, “Making her lighter and her muscles that much stronger than an Azziarin female’s.”  The females of Azziar could never get their muscles strong enough to pull their entire body up by their arms. 

“Yes, Commander, and also making her quicker to heal,” Stavven finished.

“Any ideas on how to locate her?”

“No, I’m afraid not.”

Dazz rubbed his forehead in frustration.  He felt irritated---almost antsy---certainly not himself.  As he stood there trying to figure out how to find
his
…Dazz froze…she was not his female!

“Commander, are you alright?”  Stavven asked while pulling out his scanner.

“What?” he replied distractedly, “Oh, I’m fine, Stavven.”

“I don’t think so, Commander.  The female has
triggered
the Mating Fever.”

Dazz’s eyes shot to the healer’s, “Impossible!”

“Impossible or not, it has started.  It’s in the early stages, so you haven’t recognized it yet.  I can give you an injection that will help dampen the effects.”

“I don’t understand, Stavven.  She’s not Azziarin.” 

“I can’t explain it but it’s definitely Mating Fever.” 

“Thank you,” Dazz said, after receiving the injection.

“Good luck finding the female,” Stavven finished.  Both males looked at the open vent.  Dazz gave him a nod before heading out of Sick Bay.

As he rounded the corner, two Tureis stood in front of him, phasers at the ready, with their amber eyes scanning the area.  Dazz had no love for the pasty gray species.

Like lightning, he instinctively dropped to the floor, the phaser beam missing him---but not by much.  He jumped up and sprang forward with his arms stretched wide, catching the invaders off guard as he tackled them both.  

Dazz wrestled the phaser from one invader, while the other tried to pry himself out from under his muscled body.  Two things the Azziarins were known for, their size and heaviness.  The average height around seven foot or more, compared to the Tureis average of six and a half feet tall.

He fired at one, and then the other, killing them both.  He never heard the Tureis behind him until the body hit the floor.  He spun around, phaser pointed and ready to fire.  Dazz stood there in stunned amazement.

The most exotic female he’d ever laid eyes on had smoothly, effectively, and silently knocked out the enemy.  When their eyes collided, he felt lost, almost as if he was drowning in her deep green eyes.  Beautiful round green eyes, surrounded by a sea of white, so unlike his own.  His shaft swelled to an almost painful state as he took in the rest of her.

Silky red hair fell around her slender neck and reached down below her shoulders.  Across her nose and cheeks, she had little reddish-brown sprinkles that stood out on her alabaster skin.  His eyes watched her pink, luscious lips as her tongue darted out to moisten them. 

Dazz’s eyes continued their appreciation.  She was dressed in the standard black jumpsuit that he and his crew wore, which showed her shape perfectly.  Her high breasts were large and round, making her waist look tiny.  Round hips and shapely legs, so unlike the females of his planet.  This couldn’t be the same female he rescued, could it?  As unbelievable as it was, deep inside, he knew the answer.  She was the only female aboard his all male ship. 

When his eyes met hers once again, he instinctively sniffed the air.  Her scent made him forget everything!  She smelled like the exotic flowers of his world, rain, and lavender.  His fangs lengthened as his thoughts screamed,
mine!
  Just as he was about to take a step forward, the male on the ground moaned, clearing some of the haze in his head--- somewhat--- reminding Dazz that he had work to do!

Tapping his com-unit, he ordered, “I want all security teams to do a sweep of the ship.  I’ve just encountered the enemy in the corridor down from Sick Bay!”

The one on the floor would be thrown in the Brig and later interrogated. 
How had
they got on his ship?!

The female stood there watching his every move.  “What is your name?” he asked, still breathing heavily from the fight, and his reaction to her. 

“I don’t know what you are saying,” she said, in an almost musical voice.

Sish!
  The translator didn’t recognize her language!  Maybe she had a translator and could at least understand him, but this was a problem for another time.  Right now, he had to hunt the enemy and get them off his ship!

“I don’t know if you can understand me, but I have to hunt some Tureis.  I can take you somewhere safe for now if you will follow me.”  He stared at her, hoping she understood.  He had this overwhelming need to protect her, and a duty to his ship.   

    He gestured with his hand, hoping she would understand and follow.  She looked at the direction he indicated, but didn’t move.  He took a couple of steps, and then tried to wave her forward.  She still didn’t move.  A few steps later, he repeated the gesture.

He closed his eyes for a few standard seconds, trying to think with his unfocused mind.  He couldn’t leave her here and she wasn’t following.  He decided to throw her over his shoulder and lock her in his quarters.  At least she’d be safe.  When he looked back at her to do just that...she was gone…
Sish
!

Chloe

Chloe spotted the Tureis as they poured into the corridor.  There were at least ten of them before they split off into groups so they could head in different directions.  Seeing the pasty gray creatures with flaming red hair just pissed her off!  She crawled as quickly and as quietly as possible, following their progress.  When they parted ways once again, splintering off into twos, she picked two and followed.

When the sexy Azziarin almost collided with the two, they were ready for him, but he was caught unaware.  Chloe’s breath caught as she watched the scene unfold.  She almost missed the Tureis sneaking up behind the Azziarin.

She hurried to the next vent, trying to get behind the sneaking Tureis.  She quickly dropped to the floor, landing as quietly as possible.

Taking sure, steady steps, she crept up behind the enemy.  Just as he raised his phaser, Chloe did a leg sweep, knocking him to the ground.  With all of her force, she brought her right elbow down hard, hitting the base of his neck.  Crude but effective.

Then her eyes met the Azziarin’s and time stopped as she stared into bright-blue cat eyes.  She wanted to lose herself in those stunning eyes.  

When he glanced down, she used that time to drink him in.  Gleaming white hair framed his masculine face.  An almost flat nose set between high cheekbones.  His square jaw shaped his face perfectly.  Two pointed fangs protruded over his big, sexy lips
.  Were they longer now?
she wondered, as her eyes traveled down his muscled body and landed on the prominent bulge between his thighs.  Her eyes widened in surprise when she noted the size.  It was in proportion to his seven-foot height, at least what she could see of it under its constraints.
Oh, my!
  She mouthed.

Her breath quickened as her core creamed. 
How could this man make her body react like this?
  She could feel her heart beating wildly, and tried to calm her body down.  Mind over matter and all that crap. 

When he spoke to her, she couldn’t understand anything he said, but she liked the way his voice sounded---masculine---dominant.  It set her insides on fire! 
Calm down, Chloe!
  She kept repeating the same mantra over and over in her mind, hoping it would take root. 

He motioned for her to follow him, and she wanted to, but she wasn’t willing to trust him yet.  Chloe stood still, her body at odds with her mind.  Half of her wanted to run to him, and the other half wasn’t willing to give in so easily.  The pull was strong, but her will persevered.  He stood with his eyes closed, obviously having an internal debate.  After drinking him in one last time, she turned and headed the opposite direction.  She needed to hunt down the Tureis.

After climbing back into the vent, she scurried along looking for the pasty-gray scum.  She applied the same technique of dropping behind them from the vents every time she saw one of them. She didn’t have anything to kill them with, but she could render them unconscious.

The last time she dropped to the floor, she decided to remain in the corridor after taking out the enemy.  Her arms were tired and weak, and after climbing up three or four times, she just couldn’t do it anymore.

Walking down the corridor, she came upon two Azziarins fighting three Tureis, and she decided to join the fray.  Three against three sounded fair.

One Azziarin had taken on two Tureis, and although he was holding his own, she still wanted to help.  After all she had endured at their hands, she had no sympathy for the evil race.

They had destroyed Chloe’s planet, killed many of Earth’s people, and abducted the women.  No, she had no love for this race of people.

She always applied the same technique when approaching the enemy from behind.  She quietly came up behind one of the two Tureis.  The Azziarin’s eyes widened in surprise when they glanced her way, but he was too busy fighting to give away her position.  Standing a few feet behind the enemy, she had to bring his height down closer to her own.  He was at least six and a half feet tall. 

She did a roundhouse kick, knocking his feet out from under him.  When he fell hard on his back, she quickly straddled him.   Well, not exactly.  She planted her knee firmly in his crotch, hoping it hurt him the same as it would a human man.  It worked!   He was in too much pain to notice the fist that came toward the side of his head
.  Crap, that hurt!
  She usually liked to use her elbows, but she didn’t want her body to be that close to his. 

Chloe had learned at a young age that an elbow was much more effective and less painful than a fist.  Her dad had taught her that along with everything else she knew about fighting.  “Use what you have,” he’d always said, and so she did, at least when she could.

She jumped into a fighting stance and faced the two Azziarins, who had incapacitated their opponents.  Her eyes collided with the one who made her insides tremble, and she couldn’t break the visual contact.  Her breathing was already labored, but now it was for a different reason.  What was wrong with her?

Finally breaking eye contact, she shook her head to clear the haze and assess the situation. Neither one looked hostile, and when she realized they weren’t going to try to capture her, Chloe breathe a sigh of relief. All she wanted to do was rest for a few minutes…maybe a week.  She didn’t have anywhere else to run, and frankly, she was tired of running, tired of fighting.  What she really wanted was for life to go back to the way it used to be…before the aliens came.  

Fighting exhaustion, she let her body slide down the wall, until she sat on the cold, unforgiving floor while she tried to catch her breath.  Neither one of them even looked tired.  With her knees pulled to her chest, Chloe hugged her legs, and rested her head against the wall.

They allowed her to rest for only a few minutes, and then her sexy Azziarin held out his hand. 
Hers
?  Where had that crazy thought come from, he wasn’t hers!  Chloe shook her head and hesitated for a moment before she reached out and clasped his odd hand. She felt the tingle that jumped from his hand to hers as he gently pulled her to a standing position.

Their bodies were touching as she stared into his bright blue cat eyes.  She could feel her exhaustion fade as her heart beat rapidly, happy to be this close to him.  Her breath hitched as she watched his diamond-shaped pupils dilate, and his nostrils flair.  When the other Azziarin spoke, he broke eye contact and stepped away.

She immediately felt the loss and sighed in relief or disappointment, she wasn’t sure which. Then he looked at her one once again and gently scooped her up in his strong, muscled arms.  She laid her head against his hard chest and closed her heavy eyes in exhausted contentment and acceptance.