Hey again. Nanowrimo is off to a slow start, but I am already drawing up an outline for Rhylent's story. We will see. I had some ideas come to me at three in the morning. That's always a good sign for my writing.
For now, I'm finishing up Holiday Cup Of Joe. That is my next Ice Era Chronicle, and then I can get back to my aliens. I have equal love for both my chronicles and my aliens. The further I head into the Alien Love Series, the more it amuses me. If you are here, well, I hope it amuses you as well. Cheers, my friends, and thanks for reading.
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*Chapter 24*
Not dead yet... part two.
Sloan inhaled water. This again? Was the alien baby thing all a dream?
As he floated, he exhaled the water in the tube and relaxed his shoulders. Unbelievable. He thought he got out of the hell hole of fighting. Sloan tapped on the frosted glass. At least now he would see Octnavin. He would tell him what a crazy-ass dream he just had. Maybe he would even tell the dickhead ruler that he loved him.
As the container opened, tentacles caught him. He looked up into JP's eyes.
"We've got to stop meeting this way." Sloan coughed and water dribbled down his chin.
JP wrapped a huge fluffy towel around his shoulders. Nebos rose over his body and became pants and a shirt in minutes. As Sloan looked around, he realized they were on the spaceship and not in the Folantos-loser-room. Not much had changed on the spaceship other than the fact that the healing cylinder was in the bedroom next to the magic food table.
"What happened?" Sloan dried his hair. "I guess that wasn't a dream after all."
"You had Munroe cut out Octnavin's offspring."
"That sounds like something I'd do." Sloan scrubbed his face. "Then what?"
"What happened next is that you are the luckiest human I have ever met."
"I am?"
"Yes. You see, Keltrix asked for this revival cylinder because of his cat, Murry. My sibling is always concerned about his human dying. Humans are so fragile. So, I went to take the revival tube from the dome. That is when you told me you were incubating Octnavin offspring. I came right over. Amazingly, Jazmin and Elijah kept you alive long enough for me to pick you up and get you in here. We got you to the ship, and I promptly put you back into the container. That is death number six by the way."
"Thanks for counting. Where's Junior?" Sloan scanned the room. "Is he okay?"
"Junior?" JP pushed his now long red tubes away from his eyes.
"The offspring."
"I will get him. Sit so you do not fall over. I will find Munroe. Junior, as you call him, has a strong attachment to Munroe."
Sloan sat on a chair of Nebos and dried his hair with a towel. The Nebos warmed him and he sighed. Getting out of the revival cylinder was a hundred percent better this way. Sitting here with a Nebos outfit and a towel was better than getting hit with an iron rod. The silence also gave him a chance to get his equilibrium back.
The door to the room opened and Junior ran inside and up to Sloan. The alien was already the size of a three-year-old child. Sloan held out his arms as Munroe and JP stood inside the doorway. The young Dagerstanteen climbed into his lap.
