Colony Omega Chapter 6
To all,
I am striving to diverge this series from the original Drews Troubles with Roaches stories. While there will always be the interweaving (as in this story), I am hoping to keep this series ground based, while the other will look back into space.
Both the, planet bound, and space bound have issues. I want to strive to gain an understanding of what it's like to be on cusp of creating a new society.
I hope all of you have stayed safe in 2021. To those of us in the USA, things have started out in quite the 'special' way. I hope, no matter the political affiliation, that we can play nice and move forward to a pleasant future together as one USA. I hope COVID-19 goes away and we can hug again as a natural way of saying hello.
Any aliens, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind.
I thank everyone so much for reading my stories and hope you continue enjoying them.
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It was around this time and the spiraling out of conflicting issues, that his head began to hurt again.
DB escaped to his beloved patio and watched the bees swarm to their new abode. It was a beautifully crafted beehive made locally by a new carpentry shop. As far as he could tell, it was the first in all the colonies. It was huge compared to Earth standard, but the carpentry shop just sized it to the bees. It was a bit disconcerting to have a huge bee settle on your table and wait for you to offer a bit of fruit. But, then they would be off and back to the hive to share. It was equal to having the birds on Earth beg for french-fries, while eating outdoors.
Cara came up to him, with Nalia following. She put her arms around him and then did a hip check forcing his small table away from him. She sat in his lap and slowly kissed him. He looked at Nalia with a questioning look. He was glad to have them back but these two females, he called mates, had bonded and he always felt like he was being played.
"We are pregnant my Mate," Cara stated and slowly kissed him again. There was a ruckus in the house and then Goldie darted out and went directly to Cara. She had been kept inside because of her inability to act calmly in a crowd. Too many foreign peoples, not from this area, were coming and she did not understand their immediate fear of the timber wolf sized lap dog. But now she was free and overjoyed to see the return of Cara and Kitten.
Kitten was laying in the shade relaxing after all the excitement and commotion over her return. She fluidly rose and padded over the whining and yipping Goldie. Goldie spun from burying her nose in the laps of DB and Cara and turned on her best friend only to falter. 'She smelled like kitten, sort of looked like Kitten,' but in Goldies simpler mind 'this large Cat was kitten?' the female wolf wondered.
Kitten ended the confusion and torment and just pushed her muzzle into Goldie's neck and purred. All was forgiven, all was content, at least with the two fur friends and they went to the patch of sun and laid down together.
"I love you my mate," DB whispered to Cara.
"And I you, DB. You have two playful pregnant mates wanting some alone time with you. What do you say?" Cara asked.
"To the bath my loves and then to bed." DB responded to Cara with a light swat on her rump.
From the sunspot on the patio came the sound of a snort and a comment 'harrumph, water play again," stated a disdaining Kitten from her warm supine position.
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Nalia walked into a room full of frightened and confused creatures. They came from every species and some were downright exotic. She had been reading their bios on the flight over from Omega and one name made her heart skip a beat, 'Alainn is here!' she thought.
She had spent the past months finding homes for all the freed slaves that had been transported from Earth before the latest potential invasion of some alien race trying to take over the planet. She was Earth borne but then shipped in a cattle box to here to be a slave-whore on the border of the wilderness. It had changed her perceptions about her mother planet.
This was to be the last shipment of freed slaves. These were the ones secreted away on earth by their 'owners' and not freed earlier with the rest. Lord Drew had warned what the consequences would be and only one paid that price. One middle eastern prince had killed his twin male slaves rather than let them free. His death by sea monster was broadcast via drone as the mountain sized creature swallowed him and his life raft whole.
The Princes family, distraught over the death, put a bounty on Lord Drews head. Lord Drew formally requested they come through the portal and try and recoup their loss...no takers were found.
So here she was giving the same speech, from the same podium about the colonies, to a group of freed slaves. She talked about the flavor of each of the locations and the jobs that were available. She could feel herself start to fall into the 'blah, blah, blah' she had found herself doing after the last batch of a hundred transported and indigenous freed slaves.
She already knew that this group of slaves was going to be more difficult to place. They were kept as trophies by their 'masters' for a reason, sex. The exotic strains of each of the species could be seen in the smaller crowd in front of her. All were immaculately groomed, even as they stood, they started to preen and match their status with the others in this decidedly beautiful group.
She followed her Mate's and decidedly her Lord's habit of breaking protocol and just 'telling it like it is.' She stepped around the podium. She stood there, belly extended. She was at the end of her gestation period, plus the end of her nerves and patience.
"Would you all quit preening and trying to show each other who is the fairest in the kingdom?" she paused hands on her hips and there was some smatter of laughter. "So, as you know, I was once a slave and brought here in a little rougher fashion than you were transported. It was a cattle crate with two others without drugs for transition. I should say with three others, but the human did not survive the trip. He was a nice young human male, but he drowned in his own vomit in transport. I had to watch him die while chained to a wall." She paused again and started to tear up. 'Fucking hormones' she thought.
"Why should you care? Because your options here are limited. You are no longer a slave, but employment and opportunities in the colonies are limited to need. But your limitations may be temporary. You have agreed to be on the frontier. And while some of you may have read or been told, I want to provide the truth." She paused again letting her nerves cool. In the back of the hall, she saw a new figure come in, Lady target, who leaned against the wall in full flight utilities. Both women found strength in shared smiles and it gave her energy to tell her story. Some turned to see the Kettle in ugly military garb. They shrugged her presence off, she meant nothing to them.