Free Alien Guardian's Baby (Scifi Alien Romance) (Zoran Warriors) by Luna Hunter

you’re not wrong. Vortex Station is run by the council of four: the Silver Tree, the Flaming Fang, the Emerald Eye, and the Nameless. Or more simply put: Xythians, Prymetas, and the Terulians. The nameless, well, no one knows who they are, hence the name.
    “After centuries of war, there now exists a precarious peace between the different factions. They generally keep to their own levels, and disputes are handled with diplomacy, rather than bullets. If something were to upset that balance – say, Prymetas having enough firepower to take down a Zoran capital ship – that would be bad. Really bad.”
    Tsula straightens her back, looking me dead in the eye. “We have to move. Quick. After the stunt back on the market, the whole station knows you’re here. If what you say is true, then they’ll come for you.”
    I nod. “So take our shock-collars off and let us go.”
    The Terulian stands up, hesitating for a second. “I’m putting my ass on the line for you two.” She unhooks our collars and hands me a small, black box. “Low frequency transmitter,” she says. “Old tech. I’ll be able to contact you without the Flaming Fang listening in.”
    She then taps a button below her desk. The wall behind her moves, opening up into a tight crawlspace.
    “You need to go out through there,” she says. “It’s safer.”
    I raise my eyebrows. “I can’t fit in there.”
    Tsula rolls her reptilian eyes. “Try!”
    Primal screams reach us from outside. Apes .
    “Hurry!”
    Isa leads the way and I follow closely behind, my body jam-packed into the narrow space. The door closes behind us with a snap, sealing us in darkness, and not a moment too soon, for I hear the Prymetas bursting into Tsula’s office no more than a second later.

17

Isa
    T he crawlspace we’re in is long and dark. We move as silently as we can, and after half an hour of moving on our hands and feet like this, the space opens up into a poorly lit maintenance hallway.
    “Do you think Tsula’s safe?” I ask.
    Drax nods. “She can think on her feet. I’m sure she talked her way out of it.”
    Just as a dark pit is forming in my stomach, the com she gave us crackles to life.
    “You there?” she says, her voice distorted by static. “Come in!”
    “We’re here,” Drax answers.
    “Good! They suspect something, but I told them I sent you a few levels down for processing. Where are you now?”
    Drax looks at me for help. I glance around, but there’s nothing but tubes here. After some searching I find a number etched into the wall above us – it’s so faded it’s barely legible.
    “Stay there,” Tsula says. Ten minutes later the hatch above us opens, and Tsula’s green-and-yellow face grins down at us. “Gotcha.”
    She rummages around before dropping down two thick Vortex Security jackets. “Wear this, it should provide some camouflage,” she says. “We don’t carry Zoran sizes, but hopefully it fits. You know, I was afraid I lost you there for a moment. Those tunnels go on for miles, and my com only has a reception of a few hundred yards.”
    “Where to now?” Drax asks as he tries to put the jacket on. It’s way too small for him, and he tears the material the moment he pushes his muscled arm through.
    “Good enough,” Tsula says. “I’ll take you two to my home while we come up with an idea how to deal with this mess. Follow me and keep your head down. And I mean it, no more stunts like in the market, you got that?”
    “Yes ma’am,” Drax says, to my surprise. He didn’t even talk back!
    Tsula is such a badass.
    She guides us through Vortex Station, through many small alleys and dark hallways. With her security clearance she can open most doors, so we can avoid the busy main paths. She moves as quickly and easily as running water and I have to sprint just to keep up.
    “This is it,” she says suddenly, stopping in front of a nondescript metal door. She flashes her keycard, and the door slides open.
    “Mommy!”
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