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Seering Order - Book 4 of the Sector Guard
Reva has spent her life in servitude, her commanding voice her largest asset. When an Enjel swoops her off and away from her life as a nanny, she has a choice. Blinding and unfocused freedom, or life as a Sector Guard. Seer is her companion, and he wants to move up to lover, but as Order becomes comfortable with her new job, she has to think things through. She has to face her lack of education, social skills and romantic entanglements, and she has to do it fast before her Enjel loses patience and she loses her nerve. Excerpt:
"So, Reva, you have been on the Alliance radar for some time." He led her back to the tiny common area and gestured for her to sit on one of the benches. The Enjel still hadn't told her his name, but he moved efficiently and soon she was sitting with a selection of small snacks designed for bi-pedal humanoids. "Eat, they are safe enough for you." "Thank you. What's your name?" "Thalik. Norelios Thalik. You may call me Nor." He saluted her with a vegetable stick and smiled. "Enjel Seer of the Fornar colony." "Seer?" She munched and drank some of the tea he provided. It went down without any of the acidic burn she was used to. It had a rich and soothing taste that relaxed her with every sip. "I have a certain amount of foresight when it comes to my own life. I have been seeing you as my partner in the Sector Guard for quite some time." He shrugged, the black feathers moving with the motion. "Finding you was the hard part." She swallowed through a suddenly dry throat. "You have been trying to find me?" "Yes. Our Commander is a pattern Seer. He can see the way people and events connect. You and I were meant to be partners. As the other four teams paired up. They all have complimentary balances that make them very effective Guards." "And you want to pair up with me?" Her outrage made him laugh. "Eventually, yes. But until you choose to start that portion of our relationship, no. There is no rush here." He shrugged again. "Unless you want to jump me now and get it over with?" Her snort was answer enough. "Just thought I would make the offer." He smiled. "I have tracked you from the farm where you were born through every sale, wiping out all trace of you as I went. No document or file exists with your name or bio profile on it." She put her plate aside. "So when you said that I was free now, you weren't just trying to get me to go along quietly?" "Nope. Your talent depends on you being able to make noise, so I want you to make as much noise as you can." He collected her plate and placed it in the cleaner. "So. Is anything I have said remotely tempting?" "The word freedom is still ricocheting around my mind." She smoothed her hands down her tunic. "What kind of a dress code is involved?" "Ah. That is the fun thing." He flipped open one of the benches, revealing two folded suits. "This one is mine, and this one is yours. It will go nicely with your hair when the color comes back." "You even know about that, huh?" Her hair was bleached to ivory when she was bought by the K'ket. Their acidic water had a bleaching effect on her hair and eyebrows. The suit he tossed her was a matching ivory, it had a stiff feel to the fabric. There were boots, but no undergarments. "Yes. I was very thorough. The suit has insulating properties and has been treated to be a light armour. There is also a mask, if you wish it." "What purpose does a mask serve?" "To hide your identity from those we serve, so that they do not become attached, to give you some anonymity when you travel away from the Guard, and to keep any family members you have from becoming targets." "The fellows of my birth file are not a concern. As far as I am aware, I am the only survivor of my breeding parent. As well as the only genetic combination between those two particular breeders." Reva looked around and after some investigation, found the small sanitary chamber. Getting the K'ket's servant tunic and leggings off was extremely satisfying. Pulling the new suit on felt right. There was a frame that would surround her face, which held her hair back, but it felt a little cumbersome. Tugging on the boots in the small space was a feat, but she had moved more in smaller quarters. Taking a deep breath, she slid open the door of the sanitary chamber. "How does it look?" He wasn't wearing his suit. Nor wasn't wearing anything. Fortunately, she knew just what to do. Ignore it. Right down to the portion of his anatomy that was happy to see her. "Nor? How does this uniform look? There aren't any mirrors large enough for me to check it out." "It looks lovely. Perfect, and the framing surround makes you look like an ancient goddess from a coin. It houses some speakers and microphones to enhance your talent. If you would like to practice on me, I am willing." He held his hands out from his sides and gave her an innocent grin. "Put some clothing on." Her order was an instinct and when he moved to tug on the smoke grey suit, she breathed a little easier. "Don't forget your boots." Five years as a Nanny was a hard habit to break. His costume wrapped him in smoky armour from top to toe. Only his wings were left free and unprotected. Even his hands were gloved. He was fully dressed and at attention with his wings half-furled. "Clothed enough?" "Yes. Thank you. Time in slave pens does not endear one toward nudity." He looked shocked, as if she had just crushed one of his favourite toys. "There goes my favourite pastime." Reva sighed. "I know, I have run into Enjel's before. It is probably why the Matriarch agreed to sell me to one of your kind. They are well known for their dabbling in slavery. It wasn't too much of a jump to think you meant what you said about a breeding partner." "That was the idea. It was why I selected that particular tact. She would never have surrendered you if it was to join the Sector Guard. K'ket are not known for their altruistic actions. It was far simpler to buy you." She could see the logic. Dressed in this suit, she felt a certain stiffening of her spine, straightening of her shoulders, and a strange energy invading her. She wanted to help, and to run and jump as well as fightexcept she didn't know how to fight. "Can I get fight training?" "As soon as we get back to Morganti. It is a little impractical in a shuttle." "Alright. How long will we be in this shuttle?" She was never good at staying in one place for long, not even in a shuttle, without something to do. "Another three hours. We should be getting a pickup signal in a few minutes. A jump ship will pick us up and transport us to the solar system holding Sadril. We will be spending two days there for final evac and then return to home base on Morganti, where you will meet the rest of the team." He stretched and smoothed the fabric of his suit. She bit her lip as she watched those strong hands move over his chest and hips. Oh. He was dangerous. Reva whirled and returned to the co-pilot's seat. "Alright. We are waiting for a signal. Let's go wait." She fidgeted her way through six minutes and then a signal began to flare through the com unit. "This is the Alliance Warship Olical, please identify." Nor took the com. "This is Shuttle Four of the Sector Guard, Seer and Order at the helm." "Order? Don't I even get to pick?" Reva whispered with her hand on the mic. Nor whispered back, "No. I have foreseen it and some things are not meant to change."
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