Not Compatible - Viola Grace Page 0,22
away. The crew was seated at the controls, and Yr-el had left her with a quick kiss to the cheek and retreated to another part of the ship.
“Where did he go?” She asked the crew.
The lieutenant chuckled. “He is going to fly out, grab the ship in his mouth, and then tear a hole in space to get us directly to Harva. No delays.” There were a pause and an alarm. “There he goes.”
She looked at the monitor and saw the drake circling the ship before they jolted, and they started moving forward at an accelerated pace. He moved them around the traffic approaching the station with ease, and her heart thudded as she left her home.
The ship rocked and rattled as Yr-el picked up speed. Styra gripped the sides of her seat, and she winced. “Save the rough ride for solid ground, Yr-el.”
The rocking immediately smoothed out, and the ship hurtled toward a rift that appeared in front of them. There was a low hum of a growl that went through the entire ship in response to her words.
She looked at the speed and the smoothness of the vessel’s trajectory. “Can he hear me?”
The crew was laughing at her, and she blushed. She may or may not have propositioned her mate. Her body was still humming from his early morning attention.
They shot through the rift and came out the other side in a matter of minutes. Harva was waiting for them, a bright and lively world.
Yr-el carried them to a point near one of the moons and released the ship for landing.
They descended, and he followed them to the port on the surface. Styra watched the progress, and she found it fascinating that they could travel so quickly from world to world with a drake controlling them.
When they were settled, the lieutenant stood next to her. “We are offloading your things to Yr-el’s home. He will probably want to fly you there as soon as you clear customs.”
“Customs?”
He nodded. “Just like on the station. Certain worlds require registry of transient populations. You won’t have any trouble.”
Styra rubbed her hands on her skirt and stood up. The gravity felt weird.
She was escorted out of the ship and to customs by his men. With the guard of the imperium next to her, she was eased past the crowds and then faced customs. The sneer on the face of the inspector was obvious.
Styra faced him and extended her travel documentation.
“I see you are from Blue Station.”
“Yes.”
“The pleasure station.”
She cocked her head. “Entertainment. Yes.”
“So, are you planning on charging for your services here?” His brows were drawn together.
“Of course. No one works for free.” She could see the denial in his expression before he said anything. “I have received my transfer documents as a security specialist for Harva.”
He paused. “What?”
“Second from the bottom. Imperium staffing transfer.”
He flipped through, and he paused. “This says that you have commander ranking.”
She smiled. “I suppose it does.”
He scowled. “Please, place your hand on the screen and identify your species.”
She put her hand on the screen and grinned. “Drake.”
He froze. “Pardon me?”
“Drake. I am a drake. Run all the scans you like, it will still be the same result.”
His sneer was back. “If you are a drake, why didn’t you land outside the port?”
“Well, in the first place, I don’t like to do things illegally; in the second, I am also very new and have only changed form once. I don’t want to make things awkward as I settle in.”
“Settle in? Have you seduced one of the crew of the warship you came in on?”
The door to the interview room opened, and Yr-el growled. “Why is she in here, Rabor? You know better than to detain a drake in heat.”
The inspector shot to his feet and bowed. “Master Yr-el. I am so sorry. I didn’t know she was yours.”
Styra smiled. “We were getting there. He was fixated on sex, but I think we were getting around to why I was sent here.”
Yr-el pulled her to her feet. “Give me her documents.”
The inspector scrambled and put the stack together before handing it over. “I apologize, miss. You should have stated your relationship the moment that you entered.”
“I thought it would sound tacky.” She looked up at Yr-el.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, pulling her against him and lifting her until they were face to face. She draped her arms around his neck, and when he lifted his head, he whispered, “Look at him.”
She turned her head,