In the sequel to ‘Merkers’ Outpost,’ Lady Alexandra and Lt. Vanster arrive on Arnica in the middle of a hostile take over of the planet. Their assignment was to find hostiles from their side of the galaxy and to neutralize them in accordance to the planets laws. Major Zohra finds herself landing in the middle of a lake at a monastery with a Sha’Kar to guide her to understanding the rules of a honorable warrior by Arnica’s standards. When their paths cross again, there will certainly be fireworks…not to mention a certain dance to make them bondmates.
NOTE: This is an unedited version. When it was originally published the editor removed chapters due to the story was too long. I have added the chapters back and added more to the story, as well as pictures. If you’re sensitive to errors I suggest you purchase the published e-book version. Enjoy. Read story:
It felt like Lonnie led many lifetimes and finally she was settling down where she felt safe enough to call home, however, the call to return to space led her back to dangerous adventures she seemed to have a need for.
Traveler started the Relic Hunters by presenting to a group of archeologist and those in the related fields a chance to raise themselves to a higher purpose. Those that were interested were given one rule:If they found any item of power developed or created eons or days ago they were to honor the story behind it and ensure it was delivered to where it was needed to fulfill its purpose.
Calose had three days to stay out of trouble on Dysta Space Station, a small station that did minor ship repair and at a reasonable cost. It seemed a safe idea to keep under the eye of the surveillance cameras so hustlers and pick-pockets wouldn’t bother her, but no loitering was allowed, and cruising through stores without purchasing anything caught the attention of the security bots. Her thought was to sleep the days away with a good reader in a sleeping cubicle but the ones in safe locations were already occupied. While she moved around she spied a potential spot to sleep, and when the station moved into nightshift, she settled for a light nap. Her sleep was disturbed when a relic was dropped in her lap and for the next few days she spent trying to avoid relic Hunters, until she found who the relic belonged to.
Leona Bestolie’s life started when she chose her required time in public service as an ambassador’s courier on another planet. When her service came to an end, instead of returning home, she chose to expand her horizons, most notably on other planets. Her new job as an Observer, provided her training in new professions, expanding on her talents. She became comfortable in her twenty-years as a professional dancer on board a space cruise liner, visiting exotic places and the opportunity to making unusual friends, as well as sending reports to HQ about her observations. In her twentieth year in space she was assigned a new handler in both her Observer role and as a professional dancer. What she wasn’t expecting was that multiple attempts on her life were made after the changes, and her new entertainment agent’s assignment to babysit a diva. Never upstage a diva, was her constant self-reminder. She should also have listened to her friend and guarded her heart.
After twenty years of being employed as an entertainer, Lonnie was officially retired from her dancing contract with agent and cruise liner. She looked forward to visiting space ports Earl Gray didn’t fly near but first, she had a pressing engagement on Amant. Caline, the woman who recruited her to work as a civilian for HQ as an Observer, under the guise of an entertainer on a space cruise ship, sent a request for her to stop and see her. From there, she planned on hitting various space ports on her way to seeing another friend, and then, hopefully, the construction on her new home located on a frontier planet, would be completed. Maybe by then the travel bug wouldn’t be so strong.
O’Rourke was unemployed all of two days, following her resignation as Rear Admiral with the internally conflicted United Planets of the Twelve Space Fleet. She registered with the Merchant Marine in another galaxy for a captain’s position and was promptly handed an interview slip from Osmona’s Freight Business on the Wesley. Once a military spaceship repair freighter, she was now a civilian spaceship repair freighter. Emergencies could happen anytime in space. What they couldn’t fully repair, they did their best and sent them to the nearest port or towed them. That was the Wesley’s purpose and Osmona left O’Rourke in command while she went to further her business interests in another galaxy. O’Rourke’s luck turned sour as she faced sabotage on board, staffing of unqualified sailors, and a powerful relic that took control of the ship and all on board the freighter.