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She shook her head, turning away from the mirror. She was as big a fool as he. She curled her lip delicately—his exclusive approach to sexuality was clearly the cause of his anger. Serpentians were highly sensual creatures and suffered sexual frustration if not allowed frequent outlet for their passions.

She’d just belted her flame-silk robe about her waist when her com-link sounded. She tossed her head impatiently, wanting to rip the tiny ear piece out and throw it across her room. The new surgically implanted com-links meant that one was never out of reach, but that was sometimes a curse rather than a blessing.

“Speak,” she snapped. She wanted rest. Her lover had fallen asleep immediately after their last coupling, but she never allowed herself to fall asleep with a male. It left a woman too vulnerable. Males had superior strength—a female must be watchful of every look, every intonation, using cunning to manage brawn.

“Commander, you’d better see this.” The voice was that of Raile, one of her guards.

“Holo-vid on.” She focused her attention on the holographic image that sprang to life.

Raile sat beside a narrow exam table in the infirmary, holding the hand of a pretty human in tourist wear who gazed up at him as if he were her savior. Dr. Tentaclar, the
Orion
’s physician, stood on the other side of her.

“Continue.” Sirena sank onto her divan, watching closely.

“This is Mina Starline,” Raile said. “Mina, can you tell the commander what you saw in the arboretum?”

The girl nodded, her lip quivering. “I saw a
dragon.
It was a dragon

and a man, at the same time.”

Sirena blinked. A dragon? She could recall no beings on board who could be mistaken for such a mythical creature. There were the Lupinians, but with those short stubby horns, they resembled Earth bovines or hummels more than any other creature.

If only Commander Navos was here—he could tap into the girl’s thoughts, ascertain which was true. But he wouldn’t board until they passed by his home planet of Indigon tomorrow.

“Were you touched or harmed in any way?” she asked.

The girl shook her head. Dr. Tentaclar agreed. “My examination shows no sign of any physical contact.”

“Raile? What does the security holo-cam show?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. There was an aberration in the feed for that area of the ship.”

Sirena frowned. Unusual. That would have to be checked. “You searched the arboretum carefully?”

“Yes, Commander. We did find some singed branches, but that could’ve been the glow-torches at the wedding last evening. The only recent life traces found were from garden crew and passengers. Oh, and Commander Stone had walked through a short time before the, er, incident.”

“And he noticed nothing?”

“His com-link is off. But wouldn’t he have alerted you?”

She nodded. That settled it. If there had been any being or creature in the undergrowth, Slyde’s Serpentian senses would have picked it up, even in his foul mood. “Dr. Tentaclar?”

Two of the doctor’s several eyestalks swung her way. He winked solemnly.

“I believe the best thing for our young patient would be a medicinal libation and a good night’s rest.”

Raile’s handsome face fell. “You mean you’re going to give her a sleeper?”

“I think he means we comp her a couple of free drinks in the nightclub,” Sirena said dryly.

“Commander, I’ll take very good care of her,” Raile promised.

“I have no doubt you will. Thank you, Doctor.”

Sirena closed the com-link, but sat for a moment. A dragon-man, hmm? She’d met many strange beings in the course of her interplanetary travel, but none that resembled a dragon or could breathe fire.

In fact, it sounded as if the girl had been watching holo-videos of Serpentian legends. The
Dragolins
, dragon kings of the mountains, were the subject of many a children’s tale. She smirked. Perhaps Slyde Stone was a Dragolin. That would explain both his great size
and
his demand for monogamy. The legendary beings were said to have mated for life.

As different as could be from her typically Serpentian father, who had drifted away when she was a hatchling, returning only for casual visits. For an instant she remembered herself as a little girl, weeping in her mother’s arms as she watched him fly off through the sunny desert.

Sirena shook off the memory with an annoyed hiss. Great serpents, but she needed sleep. She was becoming maudlin. She rose, stretched and then let her silk robe fall in a slither of color behind her as she slid naked into her bed.

Mina Starline fell asleep with a smile. Her space cruise adventure now had the added cachet of a frightening encounter with an alien being. She hadn’t been hurt, either, so she’d have the fun of recounting every nuance of the creature’s appearance and her own emotions to her friends, but she hadn’t been raped or murdered.

And she had met the handsome, sexy guard Raile. So far it was a great cruise.

Chapter Five

Sirena glided into the command deck of the
Orion
. The sleek command console framed a breathtaking view of deep black space, dotted with twinkling stars. Nearby glimmered the deep purple of a small planet. Flung out behind it lay the red gold shimmer of a swirling nebula, light years away.

Nearly all the
Orion
’s crew commanders were seated in the tall-backed chairs. Halix, head of operations, his round lavender face beaming; Ogg, chief mechanic, wiry and weathered; Dr. Tentaclar, head medical officer; Panthar, the Tygean navigator, relaxed as a big hunting cat on a limb; Mra, the Pangaean chief interpreter, shimmering with a faint green aura. They all wore the silver grey of the
Orion
, with commander epaulets over the symbols of their specialties.

Only Sirena wore the distinctive golden yellow guard uniform. But she knew it was not only that which made every male turn and watch her entrance. She smiled as she sank gracefully into her seat, accepting their admiration as her due.

The lean blonde man in the captain’s chair nodded to her. “Sirena.”

“Captain,” she returned. She looked enquiringly at the empty chair beside him. “Commander Navos has not returned?”

“His shuttle just boarded,” Captain Steve Craig replied. “He should be joining us in a few moments.”

“He has recovered from the strain of having to examine the entire crew and passenger roster on our last voyage?” Mra asked, her green corn-silk hair waving gently with compassion. “He was exhausted.”

Craig nodded, brows drawing together. “Yes. Dr. Tentaclar will be keeping an eye on him on this run to make sure he doesn’t overdo.”

“Several, in fact,” chirped the doctor, waggling his eyestalks.

Sirena joined in the chuckle of response. She liked and respected the
Orion
’s chief medical officer. On their last voyage, Tentaclar’s skill had ensured that a young guard, attacked by a vicious saboteur, suffered neither pain nor lasting injury.

“Tessa is well?” Mra echoed Sirena’s thoughts.

Their captain’s blue eyes softened. “She’ll be joining us in a few days. Had to organize our new condo on Earth II.”

Ogg nodded. “Lots of wedding gifts to put away. That takes time. A bride likes to line her nest the way she wants it.”

Panthar eyed him with lazy interest. “You married, Ogg?”

“Was once,” the mechanic replied in his gravelly voice. “Didn’t last.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Ogg shrugged. “Don’t miss her. Too busy taking care of this lady.”

The hatch slid open again, and a deep, smoky voice sounded behind Sirena’s chair.

Her pulse galloped, although she remained outwardly serene.

“Sorry, Captain,” said Slyde Stone. “I was pursuing a small investigation.”

Sirena looked at him sharply as he slid into the chair beside her. He shook his head as their eyes met.

“Later,” he murmured as the hatchway slid open once again.

Craig smiled, his face creasing attractively. “Commander Navos, welcome back.”

Sirena looked at the lean man who stood in the hatchway. With the cool face of an ascetic, he gave the impression of leashed power. His eyes were a deep indigo, nearly black as his hair.

“Captain. Commanders. I trust the lateness of my arrival has caused no inconvenience.”

He sat. Above the center of the console, a multi-dimensional holo-video sprang to life, swirling through a complicated pattern that became the LodeStar corporate logo—a sleek ship speeding toward a guiding star. After a moment, the ship accelerated out of the hologram, and the area settled to a quiet glow, awaiting input commands.

Craig looked around at all of them.

“Crew commanders, welcome aboard the third voyage of the
Orion
. As you know, we are bound for Carillon, by way of Aquarius and Hibernux. Thanks to the news services, the whole galaxy knows that we were attacked on both of our previous voyages.” He added dryly, “It says a lot about the adventurous spirit of our galactic travelers that we have a full passenger roster for this voyage.”

“Or perhaps the positive spin the LodeStar publicists were able to put on the last voyage,” smirked Sirena. “After all, the
Orion
is ‘captained by the hero of the Solar Wars’.”

“I preferred the glowing reports about our ‘elite Serpentian guard’,” Craig shot back.

“Touché,” she murmured, although she felt none of the chagrin Craig displayed at having been in the public eye. The elite of all ship guards, her Serpentians deserved every kudos they received. LodeStar paid handsomely to keep them.

Panthar’s eyes gleamed.

“You’re both forgetting the heroics of Commander Jag, on the
Orion
’s first voyage,” he put in smoothly. “Doesn’t hurt to have a Tyger on board.”

“Easy, big guy,” Ogg quipped. “No bloodletting on this voyage. Nice and peaceful.”

Panthar shrugged.

“Maybe—maybe not. We still don’t know who hired the slime-worm with the bio-bomb on our first voyage, or who paid off two of our own to sabotage us on the second voyage.”

At this reminder, the levity around the command console faded. They looked to Captain Craig, faces grave, waiting to hear if there was a name, a face, an organization on which to focus.

“We don’t know—yet—who is behind the attacks, except that we are going to make damned sure it
cannot
happen again,” he said grimly. “The
Orion
and her sister ship the
Cassiopeia
are en voyage, each carrying three hundred some passengers and crew. The
Pegasus
is online to disembark in a few months. If we don’t discover soon who’s behind these sabotage attempts, we’re risking the lives of hundreds of LodeStar crew and passengers and the livelihoods of thousands more. There are plenty of other shipping lines who would swoop in and take our business.”

He nodded at Sirena.

“Commander Blaze will brief you on our security upgrades.”

Sirena leaned forward, glad to have a chance to channel the anger that uncoiled at mention of the terrorist attacks—especially the one that had come from within her own guard.

“Holo-vid, bring up security command crew brief.”

“You all know about our new security debriefing system,” she said.

The others nodded with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm. All LodeStar crew, from the guards to the galley assistants, were now required to undergo an extensive mind scan before each voyage. This meant a mentally draining session in the medical clinic on board the
Orion
, but guaranteed that any plans to harm LodeStar cruise and transport spaceships would be discovered.

“Had this been in place before our last voyage, we would have known the saboteurs’ plans before we disembarked,” she reminded them.

Halix’s round lavender face brimmed with pride. He and Commander Navos had combined their skills in mind scanning and technology to create the new system.

“We also have the new holographic micro-scanners in place, as well,” Slyde put in, gesturing at the holographic display to pinpoint an area of the ship and magnify it. “These will examine the luggage and cargo minutely. Passengers obviously wouldn’t put up with the extensive mind scans, but they are physically scanned as they enter the boarding area. Reports fed into our computer system will bring any anomalies to the attention of crew, so that any suspect cargo or being can be examined further and if necessary neutralized or removed.”

“For example, if a dragon tried to board?” Panthar lifted one sleek brow. “Heard we had a sighting last night.”

The others chuckled.

“Merely an excitable young passenger,” Sirena said.

“Can’t do anything about those,” said Craig dryly. “But with these new systems in place, I believe we can all do our jobs, confident in the security of the
Orion
. Mr. Halix?”

Halix beamed. “Thank you, Captain. We have some rather special passengers coming aboard—a royal household of Aquarius. Prince Azuran and his retinue will take up a large block of staterooms, including Mr. Stark’s personal suite. They have also reserved the adjacent ballroom for evening entertainments. They will be a large party—forty-five, er, beings altogether.”

“Beings?” Sirena echoed, raising her brows.

“The prince travels with a variety of life forms from the far reaches of the galaxy, including several that boarded from a Pangaean shuttle last night. He visited there recently and was intrigued by some of their, er, wildlife.”

“Any that will need to be confined to the cargo area?”

Halix looked uncomfortable, and Craig sighed. “We’re dealing with royalty here, folks. So long as he keeps his guests—and pets—in his area of the ship…”

“Are there any that might be a danger?” Mra asked, looking concerned.

“Not according to the boarding intel his people provided. If there are, believe me, we’ll deal appropriately with them. Oh, and by the way, you’re all invited to attend the prince’s evening entertainments whenever your duties allow. I understand they’re quite something. The prince apparently knows how to throw a party.”

Mra’s green corn-silk hair folded primly about her throat. “I have heard of these Aquarian parties from my friends in the diplomatic service,” she murmured. “They are said to be very…licentious.”

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