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“We should get cleaned up.” Narzek released her gradually. “Do you mind if we eat in rather than at the mess hall?”
“I never mind having you all to myself.” She smiled at him. If this were to be the last night they would ever have together, she wasn’t going to spoil it with the fears nagging the back of her mind.
Narzek toed off his boots and stepped out of his cargo pants, then picked them up from the floor to take out his com tablet. He ordered their food by the touch screen then set it on the shelf by the cabinet door, stripping off his t-shirt.
Cayla did the same and went into the shower ahead of him. It was a tight fit but there was just enough room. As he put his arms around her, his hard cock pressed into her belly. She looked up at him unable to suppress a smile. “Again?”
He grinned back, his familiar sexy smirk and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Pressing her against the wall, he slid his cock into her and proceeded to fuck her again, kissing her long and slow. It was much later that they showered and dressed for dinner.
Even after dinner, Narzek would have made love to her again. It was not unusual for them to couple far into the night, particularly while they were en route to their mission. All the ground forces were on light duty until the last six rotations. They trained hard and reviewed all the intel and aerial stills of the mining sites, the slave barracks and the number of hostiles that might hinder them from getting their people back.
He had studied the layout and committed it to memory. Their plans were simple. It was the same technic the Brigade used when they turned mercenary, thinking the Consortium had betrayed them.
Their body armor gave them the power of cybernetics externally. It gave them clear night vision and augmented their physical strength. The night vision was crucial to the mission because they went in after dark in stealth mode and neutralized the guards and overseers. That would be the easy part.
Most of the security in the facilities they shut down in the past were not trained warriors with state-of-the-art weapons. There was no evidence that these hostiles were any better armed. Narzek was not concerned with the danger of his mission. He was more worried that he wouldn’t find his other family members.
Being well rested for the mission was part of his duty to his team and the brigade. He had learned early on in his career to clear his mind and relax his body so he could sleep. It was a technic that they practiced. Cayla had learned meditation that worked similarly.
It was going to be a long grueling operation with twenty shuttles going back and forth from theKurellis. The evacuation teams would stay on the ground until every last slave was extracted from Medstar Prime. It would take most of three shifts to get the job done.
Soon after they dined, they went to bed and cuddled together spoon fashion until they drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The next morning, they woke a few mini-spans before the ship’s AI was to wake them. It wasn’t unusual for them to wake early to have sex before they started their day. Narzek wanted Cayla as much as always, but they both knew it wasn’t to be this morning. He was duty bound to conserve his energy for the mission.
Instead, after a trip to the bathroom, they just held each other, kissing and caressing until the alarm sounded. Then they dressed and went to morning meal with the rest of the ground teams.
Following the meal, Narzek reported to the armory to suit up in body armor before transport groundside to Mecstar Prime. Narzek could see that Cayla wanted to hug him one more time, but settled for clasping hands.
“See you when you get back,” Cayla said softly.
He merely nodded and gave her hands a gentle squeeze. Cayla turned abruptly as he released her and strode toward the landing bay without looking back.
Narzek watched with a wry grin, thinking of how they would celebrate when he got back.
Chapter Fourteen
Although it was morning for the Farseek Brigade Dreadnaughts standing by in the Mecstar system, it was evening and dark for most of their targets on Mecstar Prime. The recon teams moved in to secure the barracks in their sections. By doing so, they could roust out those enslaved to be ready to load the shuttles bringing down reinforcements as soon as they were emptied.
Narzek’s team was assigned to secure Mine Site #3 and guide the slaves to the shuttle landing coordinates. Meanwhile, their shuttle would move to the closest barracks with people ready for transport. As he had hoped, their show of force put fear into the guards and overseers who were armed with low tech projectile rifles and pistols.
They seemed to know their weapons wouldn’t phase fully armored professional warriors. Most of them surrendered and some of them fled. It was time consuming to scan the different tunnels to find all of the slaves laboring there.
Enough Farseekans were among them who recognized the insignias on their armor to help calm the others and tell them the armed invaders were there to rescue them. As word spread through the workers, they left their hammers and chisels and headed for the mine entrance to await shuttle pick up.
The Sargan henchmen and women who surrendered were locked into an office while the freed slaves were collected to wait for the shuttles. There were a little over three hundred people, at that mine location. The troop shuttles were designed to hold about thirty people with a fairly large cargo capacity.
By filling the cargo bay with people sitting on the floor, they could carry a hundred or so people in one trip. Narzek’s team waited with them once they were all assembled near the landing coordinates until everyone was transported. Other teams had more people to move in the larger mining sites, so Narzek commandeered a hover tram and took his team to the next site to help locate the workers in the maze of tunnels.
The entire operation went more smoothly than they expected. Since they finished evacuations in the primary objectives, they moved on to secondary locations were less than a hundred slaves might be located.
Narzek was determined to root out every slave he could because even if they weren’t his family members, he didn’t want to leave any Farseekans behind by overlooking them. There were six large mining sites that used hundreds of slaves for the equivalent of ten-hour shifts.
There were at least ten more smaller sites where twenty to fifty slaves were working. Those teams not supervising the extraction of the rescues from the six main sites were dispatched to the secondary sites. It made for a long day, but their efforts yielded another thousand slaves free.
Things were going better than expected. Aside from their show of force against the Sargan keepers, they might have just been picking up passengers. It just felt too easy to Narzek, and he got that same feeling coming from his other team members.
Cayla spent most of the day on standby at the conference room off the landing bay, in case any of the shuttles might return for maintenance or repair. The landing bay doors remained opened with a force field holding the atmosphere inside. From the large window in the conference room she could see stars and open space.
