Andromeda by Claymore Andrew G. & Claymore A.G

Author:Claymore, Andrew G. & Claymore, A.G.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Andrew Claymore
Published: 2023-03-22T00:00:00+00:00

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Shuttle Hold, Thrashing Dirkfish

Rom hated their shuttle. After five weeks, the tiny craft’s walls had begun to close in on him.

Reem dozed in his bunk. Nothing ever seemed to faze him. He rolled over, empty food packets crunching under him while he snored on.

“Security,” he muttered angrily. Their handler from the Meleke Corporation had told them to stay inside the shuttle for the duration of the voyage because they had to guard the body.

He was fairly certain that the handler was in the habit of pocketing any spending money allocated to operators like himself. If he stayed in the shuttle, then he had no need for coffee money, did he?

Here he was, surrounded by one of the most luxurious passenger liners in the empire and he’d seen nothing of it. He hurled his half-finished meal bar against the far bulkhead.

It hit with a dull thud and fell onto Reem’s leg. The man grunted once, scratched at his ass and then resumed snoring.

Rom sighed, looking aft to the body of the Human noble in her stasis pod. There was no focus apparent in her morphology.

Most of the Human variants in Meleke’s product line had some obvious, discernible focus. The combat slaves were the easiest to spot with their hard musculature.

This woman, grown from DNA Reem had secured on Irth, seemed to have the decadently random genes of a noble. He wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like to lie with such a woman.

He’d known better than to try during his brief mission on Irth. Even if he’d had the time, he knew an attempt was likely doomed to failure and perhaps a few missing teeth. The mating habits of wild Humans were a complex dance, completely opaque to him.

“Free Humans,” he muttered, shaking his head. They were a dangerous, unpredictable species.

The Meleke Corporation had seen those qualities as a bonus when they first found Irth. They doled it out in measured quantities in the units they sold.

Not that Rom and Reem were slaves. When Irth’s population of wild Humans had been revealed to the empire, Meleke had nearly lost its license. Their production and sale of a non-extinct species was a serious violation of their imperial charter.

Having barely survived, Meleke now skirted the rules by creating Humans for indenture. Rom had to serve the company for twenty solars to pay for the cost of his creation.

He chewed at the inside of his cheek as he stared at the young woman Meleke had created for free. “Fornicate the bastards,” he said quietly. “I never asked them to create me.”

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