Asarlai Wars 1: Warrior Wench by Marie Andreas

Author:Marie Andreas [Andreas, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Goodreads: 30241747
Publisher: Marie Andreas
Published: 2016-05-23T17:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Deven seriously contemplated joining Vas in her ready room and getting brain-killing drunk. He knew what Asarlaís looked like even before Marli’s little peepshow at her home. His people were possibly the only ones left in the galaxy who had accurate images of the true Asarlaís.

As far as he knew, and as far as Marli stated, she was the last Asarlaí left.

Fussing with the image didn’t help any. It was clearly an impossibly tall and skinny man, with long silver hair, and faintly glowing red eyes.

He couldn’t decide which was worse, the fact that there could be another one of them alive, or that Vas was staring at the image like a long-lost lover. If that man who slammed into her hadn’t done so at that moment, he had a nasty feeling she might have tried to approach the hologram.

There was nothing more he could tell about the hologram, at least not now. If he trusted Marli, he’d contact her and ask her.

Since that wasn’t an option, or at least not one he was ready to deal with yet, he turned his focus on the young man with navigational issues. Human or one of the human offshoots. Probably about Mac’s age but shorter. Stocky build, thatch of black hair flying behind him as he ran. He was looking back and forth between something out of range behind him, and a small object in his hand. Unfortunately, neither were clear on the vid.

The flight suit was unique though. Dark blue and skin tight, the badges on the arms were like nothing he’d seen before. The main one was the elongated diamond shape they’d pulled off Marli’s crispy crewman. He pulled out the patch from the dead crewman, and blew up the image on the scanner as far as it could go.

He didn’t need the computer system to tell him the two were a perfect match.

The edges weren’t solid, but marked to look like it had been carved out of glass instead of fabric. The one in his hand, although purified by the ship’s systems, was smoky from whatever had charred the crewman. However, he could still see the image on the stiff fabric.

Focusing in, he managed to capture a clean shot from the man on the vid. The language on the badge wasn’t one he was familiar with, but running a computer search would translate it.

The language wasn’t Asarlaí. Deven let out a breath in relief at that.

The language on the badge belonged to an obscure outer rim world. Mostly kept to themselves. Separatists that wanted to pretend they weren’t part of the Commonwealth, but kept using their services nonetheless.

The home planet was called Rilliania. Population hovering around four million on a planet large enough to handle far more. Deven frowned as more information came up on the screen. Their population had faced a huge boom in the last hundred years. Usually that indicated a major change in tech, but if the Rillianians had such a surge they weren’t telling anyone.

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