Haven 4 AVOW - Sandra R Neeley Page 0,28
was always the chance that those who didn't care for the Cruestaci could try to sabotage the flagship of their fleet by slipping in a weaponized package of some sort. He nodded to himself slowly as he saw Elite Warrior Re’Vahl stop a container that didn't match their anticipated inventory lists.
Re’Vahl insisted it be returned to the ship making their delivery, much to the chagrin of those who’d delivered it. A ping sounded on the tablet he kept with him when on duty, and on looking at it was pleased to see that Re’Vahl had immediately advised him of the rejected container, as was protocol.
Since becoming more aware of Re’Vahl when he planned to attempt a mating with Synclare, he’d paid more attention to the male. And he’d been quite impressed. He was a trustworty male — strong of character, brave, honest, hardworking, with a skill set that made him more dangerous than most all of the Elite Warriors. When you added to that a good disposition and integrity, it equaled what Lo'San thought they needed to be on the lookout for — a male that could be promoted and begin training for a position as Lieutenant General. One that could step up and fill one of the places that Elite Commander Kol Ra’ Don Tol had vacated, as a relief officer for those who ran Command Warship 1.
Lo'San watched as Re’Vahl moved across the docking bay, pointing and shouting out orders to the dock workers who just naturally responded to his authoritative nature, though he was not a permanent part of their management. Lo'San pursed his lips as he considered his thoughts. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Elite Warrior Re’Vahl wasn’t to be trained as a sometimes relief officer for his and Zha Quin’s post. Maybe he would be better served as being trained as an equal. Sharing in the responsibilities that came with the position on a regular basis.
The communication device strapped to Lo'San’s wrist vibrated, letting him know that Synclare was trying to reach him. Lo'San looked down at his wrist and smiled at the image on his communicator. Synclare was standing outside the medical suite, and she’d taken a photo of herself smiling at her communicator with her fingers crossed and the medical suite in the background.
Synclare had explained to him that when she’d been on Earth, it was quite popular for its people to photograph themselves in all manner of activity and send those photos to their friends and family, or post them on what they called social networks. He didn’t quite understand the point, but he did know that today was important to Synclare, and even if it wasn’t, he always enjoyed looking at photos of his female.
They’d decided they wanted a young one, a child as Synclare called them, right away. She’d been undergoing treatments for the last two weeks in hopes of preparing her to carry and deliver their young. But to date, her hormone levels had not allowed for the processes they required. In short, they needed to harvest one of her ovum, but her blood work indicated that she had not produced any ovum, regardless of the hormone therapy they’d given her to cause her to produce them. Doc was not completely sure of the reason for her body’s lack of response. But, he was learning the human body as he went. He was so much more schooled on the anatomy of humans than he had once been, but this was the first human female that he’d attempted fertility treatments on. Lo'San had not explained to Synclare that it should have been a simple one time treatment, and he’d instructed the healer not to tell her either. He didn’t want to upset her by telling her it hadn’t worked the first three times and that was actually unheard of. He’d encouraged her to keep trying, but was puzzled himself as to the delay.
He typed a quick message to Synclare telling her he loved her, then turned to his tablet, tapping out a message to Re’Vahl to come to the Command Deck later that afternoon when he was finished with logging in the supply receipts, and the rest of his shift on duty. Then he sent another to Zha Quin asking for a meeting with him as soon as he could. Finished with what he felt was important for the time being, he called out to his crew.
“I’ll be away from the deck momentarily. I am at all times available. Contact