7
Nash gazed down at his cute little bride as she continued to shove chocolate cake in her mouth. Everything about her was absolutely adorable, but he wished that things were moving more quickly between them. She still seemed resistant to accept him as her mate. This sort of thing had happened before in the fleet. The families of the girls, desperate for money, would pressure them into signing up. Usually though, the girl would be impressed with the lifestyle the Draconians were able to provide for them, and quickly submitted.
Nash, on the other hand, had a bride who seemed determined to resist him with every fiber of her being. It concerned him. But, he knew that eventually she would come around. He could see the pheromones in his semen already taking effect on her. With his dragon raging in his brain to mate, it couldn’t happen fast enough. He had to find a way to earn her trust.
First, he had to contact the government back on Draconia and tell them what his bride had revealed—there were unauthorized technologies in human hands.
If the Draconians came back in five thousand years, and their influence had brought about the destruction of the human race, it would be bad for everyone, including the Draconians.
He smiled at his bride and headed toward the door.
“Beloved bride. I must leave you now, briefly, to attend to these matters we have discussed. The government of Draconia must be informed that illegal technologies have leaked to the humans from this armada.” She looked up at him with searching eyes, as if she was heartily surprised by his concern for her race. His bride was highly intelligent—he could see that about her already, and he appreciated that his woman would have such a mind.
“To tell you the truth, it surprises me that you care so much,” Lexi said. “I didn’t think that you Draconians gave a crap about humanity. I thought that you were just here to take our women.”
“Well, we do want your women,” Nash said with a grin. His bride rolled her eyes and went back to eating.
“Farewell for now, beloved. I will be back to escort you in a tour of the ship before the end of the day. If you need anything, please contact me through the Com system, and I will pay attention to your needs with all haste.”
“Will do,” she said, scooping up a piece of pie. Nash tilted his head at her and made his exit through the sliding front door of their chambers, headed out into the hallway.
Stepping onto the command deck, his men rose and bowed their heads to him. Nash quickly ran through the status updates for the rest of the ships, asking questions of his officers as they gave their reports. Nash had to uncover where the technology leak was coming from. But, this with a delicate situation.
When they were done going through the reports, Nash left the command deck and went to his private communications chamber to call his government contact back on Draconia.
He sat in his communication chair and flipped through the holograms until he saw his government contact.
“Greetings, Vice Chancellor Zorron,” Nash said as the image of the stately, older Draconian came onto the screen. He was dressed in an intricately embroidered green taffeta robe that highlighted his green skin.
“What news have you from the mating armada?” the Vice Chancellor asked.
“I regret to inform you, Vice Chancellor, that we have unforeseen difficulties regarding the humans. There seems be some kind of technology leak—the humans have access to technology we never approved for their use. These technologies have entered their black markets, and are causing crime to escalate.”
“It is not our responsibility to oversee their society,” the Vice Chancellor said.
“Yes, I understand that. But, if we allow these technologies to destroy the human society, the next time we come back to Earth to use human DNA, there may not be a human race left. It would be a great tragedy if the technologies we provided them destroyed their species. That was the entire reason we chose to give them technology in the first place.”
“Yes, it was. I understand your concern. I will bring this information to the President, and will contact you again with an advised course of action.”
“Thank you, Vice Chancellor. I await our next communication.”
The image of the Vice Chancellor blipped off of the screen and Nash was left sitting in his chair, staring at the blank space. He had hoped for more direct support from the Vice Chancellor. But, his reaction was as good as Nash could have expected. The Draconians resisted direct social involvement with the cultures with whom they bred.
With the wars back at home, they couldn’t extend any further resources. The mating armada was not equipped with an extensive armory. Its purpose was mostly the housing of Draconian brides, and the resulting children, in the years that the armada would be stationed in orbit around Earth. The crew of the fleet had little experience in diplomacy, or statesmanship—the fleet was populated by the males best suited for breeding the next generation of Draconians. Nash was the Commander of an army of husbands and fathers.
Half were warriors who would leave with their brides back to Draconia as soon as they were mated, to be replaced with another set of warriors. The other half was Draconians from every other level of society—technicians, healers, engineers, and builders.
The Draconians one purpose on Earth was to find women to breed, not to create a human utopia. Nash had hoped for better news for Lexi, more definitive action on the part of his government.
In the meantime, he would begin his own investigation into the leaked technology originating from his fleet. The idea that one of his men had betrayed the entire armada made anger boil in his gut.
He began looking through his starship logs, checking the comings and goings and communications systems used by each member of the fleet.
At first glance, absolutely nothing looked suspicious. But then, he found some irregular communications logs and transport coming from the waste-management ship. There seemed to be one cargo transport per week coming from the waste management ship, and going to Earth. Why would a transport from waste management go to Earth?