Argen Trematu was home on leave from Farseek Brigade when the Sargan’s attacked his home world. After they destroyed the Farseek colony, Argen was scooped up with the rest of the survivors and sold into slavery. Uatu warrior, Lieutenant Commander Trematu didn’t make such a good slave. He rebelled at every turn which landed him on the Julconi prison planet fighting in the pit.
He thinks his life is over until an old friend comes to tell him the Farseek Mercenaries were coming to the rescue. Argen never thought landing on the prison world would be his lucky break.
…. And he never expected to meet her on the rescue ship.
Zoey Addison was kidnapped from Earth to be sold into slavery. She's rescued with four other Earth women by the Farseek Mercenaries. Zoey joined the Mercenaries with her three friends because they had nowhere else to go. Her friends all found their soul mates among the crew and Zoey was feeling left out.
….Until she was checking in the rescues from Julconi. Dressed in rags and so dirty she could barely discern what color he was Argen walks up to her table and takes her hand. The attraction between them all most crackles.
The two share the dreams of the rest of the Farseek Mercenaries to return to Farseek with their people and build a life together never sure it will really ever happen…
The stench of unwashed bodies and smoke hung heavy in the air. The crowd was a noisy bunch, and a lot of them were drunk. If one didn’t know better, they might think they were in a rowdy bar in a seedy port city. But it was a prison planet, and we were all prisoners.
I was in the fight pit. It was my second fight of the night and his first. My last match didn’t last nearly long enough. I needed to punch someone or something for a lot longer than I got to punch him. I thought Alarian warriors were a tougher lot than that. Our match barely went three rounds, and most of his punches didn’t land. He smelled of rotgut whiskey, so maybe he was drunk. But I pounded him without mercy.
Even that was not nearly enough to assuage the rage I still felt at landing here on the prison planet of Julconi. I am a Uatu warrior from Farseek, and I had done nothing to warrant going to a prison planet for the rest of my life.
I was on leave visiting Farseek, my homeworld when the Sargans attacked and left our world in ruin. I remember walking with mother at the open-air produce market in the town square.
My next memory was waking up strapped to a bunk on a slave ship. I was no slave! I am an Uatu warrior of the Farseek Brigade! I escaped every chance I got.
They punished me, tortured me every time, and every time I did it again. I didn’t know the slavers put a tracker chip under my skin. I could never get to a starport to steal a ship and get off world. They used flying drones to track me. The drones had shockers that shot me and dropped me wherever I stood.
That was painful enough. Then the punishers shackle me naked by my wrists and ankles to what can only be called a torture frame. I’ve been whipped, beaten, and repeatedly shocked until I wished they would just kill me.
I hated being helpless to defend myself. The Sargans knew I would kill them had they left me unrestrained. They always tortured me unconscious before they took off the restraints and threw me in a cell until they could sell me off.
Finally, they must have grown tired of torturing me, so they sent me here. At least now I could fight back, sometimes three fights a night. So, far I haven’t lost, though sometimes I take a good beating before it’s over. Sometimes the pain is better than feeling nothing at all.
The next fighter was new and looked more evenly matched. The first round we danced around each other throwing and blocking punches. He was pretty good, but I was better. He clearly had training in hand to hand combat, but few styles compare to that of an Uatu warrior. I toyed with him for a while letting him think he was actually blocking me. The next round I made my move landed more blows than he could block. I pounded him and roared like a crazed animal when he fell, and the rules said I had to stop.
The rage just welled up inside me. He was no innocent. Duck, block, punch, pivot kick. He lasted five rounds, and I knocked him out. Then I got a thirty-minute break. The next guy was bigger and meaner and had horns.
This one was hard to beat, and I took a lot of hits, but so did he. We each got in two knockdowns but I got the last one in the twelfth round, and he didn’t get up for another.
No, I didn’t kill him. I really had no grudge against him. He was just someone to hit… to pound out my rage at what the Sargans had done to my family and my world. It was not enough. It would never be enough!
The next day everything changed. I dragged out of my hovel to find some food and fill my plastic jug with water at the community well.
Then I heard someone call my name and I turned to see who it was, “Trametu, is that really you?”
“Pegitu, what the hell are you doing here?” I murmured, hardly believing my eyes.
He nodded his head, silently asking me to go with him, so I did. He was probably the only man on Julconi who I would trust.
* * * *
It was midday before I saw Argen again. He was downright handsome all cleaned up and rested. I couldn’t help smiling up at him when he came and stood in front of my table. I felt giddy as pleasure and attraction bubbled up inside me at his presence.
“Hi sweetheart,” he said. “I had to see you. Do you think we could have third meal together in the mess hall today? I would so like to get to know you better.”
“I would like that. You look much better. Did you rest well?”
“Sometimes it’s hard to rest in a new place. I’ve only been here a couple days myself. The accommodations are actually nicer than mine on Dread One, but the bed’s not the same. And the smell is different.”
“It’s a new ship,” Argen said.
“It is. We stole it from Tegliar Station,” I told him.
“I wish I could have been there for that,” he grinned. “I hope they don’t catch up to us.”
“You and me, too.” I smiled.
It was hard not to smile while I was talking with him. I knew he was handsome under all that dirt but cleaned up he looked so good I could hardly stop staring. All the Uatu men were stunningly attractive even with their odd colored skin and hair.
His skin was a pale lavender, and his hair was a darker lavender color. It had been pretty long when he came on board, but now it was clipped close to his head in what seemed to be the universal military cut.
I hoped the way I was looking at him made him feel as good as I felt at how he was looking at me.
“We’re finished here. Would you like to go to the mess and get a cup of tea?” I offered. There was no such thing as coffee out here, but the tea had about the same kick as coffee, and it tasted good.
“I need to stop at my cabin on the way, but I would love to have tea with you,” he grinned.
Farseek warriors were seldom demonstrative in public. Argen walked beside me down the corridor to the lift to level three where his cabin was. When we got there, he invited me in, and I fell right for it.
As soon as the door closed behind me, he pivoted and held my head between his large hands pressed those sexy lips to mine. I just melted against him and put my arms around him like I wanted to do the first time I saw him.
Solmatu! As soon as our lips touched and my arms went around him, I knew it was true. I felt such elation just to be in his arms for the first time. His tongue slipped between my lips, and I opened for him, giving him free reign to stake his claim. Mine! Mine!
Farseek Mercenary series, Book 4
What a spicy tale!
The people on Earth and many other planets are being captured and taken to new planets as slaves.
Argen of Farseek was away, protecting the Consortium. He returns to Farseek just in time for the Sargans attack, in which Argen was captured. He was taken to their ship. He had no idea if his mother died or was also taken and sold as a slave to one of the many planets who depended on slaves to support their lifestyle.
He ends up being tossed in a pit to fight others on a prison planet. He’s very good at it. His rage at the loss of family and world tears at his soul. Then to his shock, a fellow soldier from his past shows up and declares the Dreads are coming and they are here to save as many as they can before the Dreads arrive.
And just like that, Argen has a purpose and point to his life again. He can be a warrior again. Once on the ship, Kureillis, he discovers his soul-mate. When they met, the sexual feelings are generously expressed. The Earth girl wanted to take it slow, but the pull between them was scorching hot. And they give into the inevitable need to be lifetime mates pretty fast. While explicit, the sex scenes are done tastefully, however, the main story is about the various people being enslaved.
If we ever do learn to travel the universes, we will probably meet people just like these. Some good and some rotten to the core, grabbing everything they can get, and enslaving people who lacked the ability to protect themselves.
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Clarissa Lake bio
Clarissa Lake grew up watching Star Trek and reading Marvel Comics. She attended science fiction and fantasy conventions where she met many well known science fiction author and attended their readings and discussion panels. They included science fiction greats Anne McCaffery, CJ Cherry, George RR Martin, Ben Bova, Timothy Zahn, Frederik Pohl, Orson Scot Card.
While she loves Science Fiction. she always thought there should be more romance so she started writing it hot and steamy.