Page 6 of Alien Abduction for Experts
"Ahaahu allsl gisy otfff," Trish exclaimed and pointed at the slug. Or something along those lines. I couldn't make sense of the sounds tumbling from her lips. They didn't seem to exist in our alphabet, and I doubted I'd be able to replicate them.
"It's dead," I explained again. "That's why you can't understand us."
"Do we need to remove ours as well?" Xil asked.
"We need to remove them when we replace the microchips, but I think for now it's best to keep them in so they can continue to feed on soundwaves. I'm not sure if they'd wither and die outside of our ears."
Xil grimaced but didn't argue. Both him and Matar accepted my medical authority. Mostly without question.
Trish reached out and poked the dead slug with a finger. She laughed when it wobbled beneath her touch. At least her laugh was still recognisable.
The Captain let go of her head and put his hands on her shoulders instead, starting to massage them. She loved having her back kneaded, so this was a good way to keep her calm despite everything.
"Havel, go and find us some way to communicate with her. Matar, continue your work on the engines. Have the repair supplies arrived yet?"
"Aye, they got here just when we got your call for help. I'll need a bit longer to fix everything if I don't have Havel to help me, but we'll get out of here in a couple of IG hours."
Xil sighed. "I'll continue the research on our targets. I'll take Trish to spend some time with the tribitt, that might occupy her mind."
"Wait, we're idiots!" I shouted in an eureka moment. "Her wrist comms is set to English, that's how she's been helping with your research. We can send her a message via that."
While speaking, I already typed a quick 'Trish, can you read this?' into my own comms device.
Her bracelet vibrated and my heart filled with hope as her eyes lit up in surprise. She opened the message, grinned and gave me a thumbs up. I was glad she'd taught us that gesture at the very beginning, otherwise it may have confused us even more.
She typed something and it appeared on all our comms. I was proud how she'd already understood the device's system even though she'd only just got it. Our mate was clever, and I loved her for it. Not that I wouldn't have loved her if she'd been a little less clever.
"What is going on?" Matar read out her message.
I was the fastest typist, so I started the conversation, explaining to Trish what had happened to her brain slug. Matar left the bridge to continue his repairs. Xil was still on the floor, holding Trish, making me rather jealous. I wanted to be the one to have her in my arms. In fact, that's exactly what I was going to do. I reached out and took her hands, pulling her to her feet.
"I'm going to check her over in the med bay," I told Xil and gently guided Trish out of the room before Xil could protest. "Have fun with your research."
His snarling response was cut off by the doors sliding closed behind us. I'd forgotten to tell Trish where I was taking her, but she followed me without question, fully trusting me.
In the med bay, she hopped onto the table in the centre. My cock hardened when I thought of the first time we'd had her in here. The probing had been delicious. The way she'd squirmed beneath my touch...
My comms beeped and I read Trish's message. "One day you need to probe me again."
I looked at her in surprise, then grinned.It will be my pleasure, I typed. My erection pressed against the tight fabric of my trousers and I wished I was wearing something looser. Or nothing at all, preferably. I wanted to bend her over right now and fuck her from behind. She was so tight when I did that, so amazingly tight.
"I'm going to check you over," I said at the same time as typing it. "Just in case the slug left any parts of it behind."
She pulled a face, then took off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her full breasts invited me to play. To squeeze, to suckle, to cherish.
Sadly, this wasn't the time. That's what my brain was saying. My cock had other opinions, firmly supported by my aching balls. My heart stood behind the two, but for once, my brain won. We needed to focus. Repair the ship, re-establish communication with Trish, then fly to the Gemi'i star system and abduct the torso-brothers for Professor Katila. Then drop them off at the IGU space station and hopefully kill our teacher. She deserved it for not just threatening us, but harming our mate. She'd made Trish bleed. She'd abducted her. She'd frightened her. That was unforgiveable. I may be a medic rather than a soldier like Matar and Xil had been, but inside of me slumbered a warrior who was ready to surface in order to protect Trish.
With a deep sigh of regret, I typed a message for her, again saying it out loud to make it less awkward. "I'm sorry, not now. I promise I'll do a proper probing on you once we're done with our mission. I'm going to do a quick scan on you, then I need to see if I can get you a translator here at the station."
Trish nodded to confirm she'd understood and put her shirt back on, looking just as regretful as I felt. My cock was still hard, especially once I saw her nipples push against her shirt. Klat. I had to concentrate.
I bid her to lie down on the bed and pulled the large med scanner over her body. It was more accurate than the handheld one and I wouldn't be reassured that she was completely healthy until I got the all clear from the machine.
She reached out for my hand and I took it in mine, gently squeezing it in reassurance. She smiled at me, then looked at the scanner and rolled her eyes. I didn't need a brain slug to understand the meaning of that. She thought I was being overprotective.
While the scanner was doing its work, I logged into the station's shopping system again. Maybe I'd overlooked something. There had to be something that was compatible with human physiology. What was the closest species to humans? Ferven perhaps? They were larger and the males had horns, but otherwise they were very similar. I checked the IGU database. Close enough. If I could find a device that was approved for Ferven, it might be suitable for Trish.
Just when the scanner finally finished and retracted back into the ceiling, I found the entry I was looking for. It wasn't an implant like I'd hoped for, but a tiny headset worn on both ears. It was ugly as klat, but it would do for now. Once we got to the IGU with our abductees, we'd be able to get new brain slugs. This time with no link to Professor Katila.
