Gah, I tried to work on a chapter for both of my other stories but this one has just seemed to have caught my attention. I have ideas for the other two but when I try to write them they just don't want to go down on the paper. Sigh. Such is life of an author I guess. I think what I am going to need to do is try and do a page or two in the other stories and then come back to this one. Eventually I will have them all out.
At the end of this chapter I am going to be posting a list of characters and some additional details on Sholan society and culture. Some you have encountered and have been explained but much hasn't. Eventually some of the chapters will take place on Shola but I am not sure how long that is going to be. Time will tell.
As always all intimate relations are 18+ or the equivalent for alien species. Enjoy
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The doctor had just finished eating and stepped into her shower when her alert went off. "By Vartra's Bones what now? Can't I get a shower without being bothered?" Desjean kept muttering as she quickly toweled off and pulled her pad out and checked it. She blanched when she looked at the readings. "Oh god this is going to be a mess."
Desjean contemplated what her pad was telling her as she was jerking her clothing on. Their blood pressure and heart rate had gone up drastically as their temperatures had returned to normal. Another reading was showing a massive surge of telepathic energy just before the alert went off. She was finally dressed and ran down to the small sick bay. "What is going on?"
The SBA frowned and had to shrug. "Not totally sure doctor. I noticed an elevation in their breathing, pulse, and BP. When I checked I found they were becoming intimate which would explain that. I darkened the window so they had privacy. About ten minutes ago there was a massive surge in telepathic energy." He held his arm out and the fur was still sticking up a bit.
He had to glance away. "Um, there is also a strong urgency to mate with someone." He had to lower his ears and shrugged his shoulders. "They seem to be broadcasting it for some reason." Man a cold shower was sounding better all the time.
She sighed. "Go back to what you were doing or if it is affecting you too much I can give you a suppressant." Desjean could feel it as well and it was definitely not a comfortable sensation. Since she was going to be there for a while she took a suppressant which helped a great deal.
After settling in the chair in her office she rolled her neck and started calling up the diagnostic data. She reviewed it from when they were put in the room till now. It had originally trended down to normal levels and then started picking up. It culminated with the surge of power. Thankfully it looked like the shielding in medical and the room damper kept it localized.
Desjean placed a call to the tutor since he was still on board and hadn't gone with the Ambassador. "G'Houl we have a problem. I am not sure exactly what happened but there was a flare of power in the room I have Satasha and Yilly in. It was telepathic in nature and was strong enough to escape the damper." She rolled her neck. "I had to use a suppressant on myself to keep from reacting to what they were emitting."
That got his attention but he hadn't felt anything since his quarters were shielded as well. "I will be down there in just a few minutes. I need to get dressed and then will come down and check on them." He rolled out of bed and pulled on the first tabard that came to hand. After jerking it on and settling it some G'Houl left his room.
He hurried down to medical and almost as soon as he walked in he was hit by the telepathic power flowing in the rooms. G'Houl had to lean against the wall for a moment as he strengthened his shields. Once that was done he shivered slightly since this was going to end up being a mess. The doctor came out and waved him to her office and closed the door. As the door shut the strength of the telepathic output dropped a fair amount.
"Please have a seat and here is some c'shar for you. Take a moment and tell me what you know." Desjean settled across from him in her desk chair. She hadn't really found any information that might explain what had happened. Desjean was greatly hoping that he would be able to give him some information.
G'Houl almost chugged the cup of c'shar and gave his body a good shake to settle his fur. "May I borrow your computer for a moment? I need the check some information before I actually say anything." Once she spun it around so it was facing him he entered his access code and started reviewing some information.
The information he was looking for was guild specific. Only doctors that worked with a specific aspect of telepathy would have access to the information. It took him a few minutes to review the information before he logged out and pushed the screen and keyboard back. "Great, just what we need." He was rubbing his forehead as he murmured that.
Desjean hardened her eyes slightly. "What don't we need? What did you find?" Some day's telepaths tended to irritate her. They seemed to have built in silence concerning their powers. As the doctor she had some additional training but again it was rather limited.
G'Houl sighed. "Sorry doctor I am just reviewing the information. If what I think happened did then this is going to cause all kinds of ripples in both our societies." After one last rub to his temples he sat up and leaned forward. "This does not leave the room till I have had a chance to talk to the Ambassador. What it looks like is Yilly and Lt. Verzilon have formed a Leska link."
She stared at him in shock. All Sholan's had heard of Leska links and had a generic idea of what it was about. All she knew was that it was a permanent mental bond between the two telepaths. One of the purposes as far as they could tell was a compulsion to have children. Virtually all children of a Leska pair were talented. They were also capable of sending messages vast distances across space when needed. The last bit she knew was that they had to come together once every five days to share memories. This was accomplished by mating which was the process by which they were transferred.