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Click hereCora turned to Mar, disconcerted, but he continued translating.
"Of course it would be a fantastic study opportunity if you did manage to impregnate her. If she's having this level of response to the gene therapy, then we have a genuine chance to save our people."
He looked at her. "What is it?"
"I would already look pregnant?"
"Well, probably. Our females tend to be ready in under a week."
Jesus. "Well, I suppose that's a good thing, we know I'm not." He didn't answer.
The camera had turned away from her, to a frail-looking fellow. He had long ears with chunks missing out of them, and his hair had gone white. Ray looked at the ground.
"The royal family has asked that Mission 12 avoid taking any unnecessary risks. While I appreciate our bioarchaeologist's input, we need this to happen in a safer environment. We've put a lot of effort into saving our people. It would devastate morale to lose this progress." Ray nodded, still not looking up.
"Those are your orders. Stop by Port 34 to stock up and hurry back."
The camera panned one last time to the Director, who leaned forward and whispered. "Don't worry about your-"
Mar stopped, tilting his head. "He's talking only to Ray. I don't want to be rude." Cora understood.
Then, the call ended. Tor took off running the second the screen went black. He clearly hated being on camera.
Cora thought for a second. She'd heard Mar and the others say the same word over and over again, and her brain had given her a word.
"Hey Mar, how does 'Roshak' sound?"
He shrugged. "It's good."
- COMMENTS
Sl0handsabout 1 month agoThe story line has me totally suckered in even if the raunchy bits aren't that raunchy. A bit short on build, tension and detail but still enjoyable.
