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  “Yes, you can still have kids. Your injuries didn’t affect your reproductive organs,” she responded, patting his arm.

  “Good. I’d love to be able to do that someday,” he said, and then added. “And maybe with you.”

  It made her heart swell to hear such a statement, her own desire to reproduce having been hidden for a while due to the war.

  “I’d love that,” she whispered. “In fact, we can start practicing now.”

  “What do you mean?” he asked, a mischievous smile crossing his lips.

  Lena looked around and then pulled Trevor into the medical supply closet where she frequently napped, locking the door firmly behind them. As soon as they had privacy, Trevor gripped her waist and pressed her against the wall as lust took over. They hadn’t made love since the first time and their desire for the ritual had been building over the past week as they spent more and more time together. It was difficult not to tackle each other when they were constantly surrounded by people, their bodies shuddering with every touch and kiss.

  Hands tore away the barrier of clothing and elicited excited moans from lips that devoured exposed skin. Within moments, Trevor was pressing his tool into her sex, parting the silky lips for his entry. His cybernetic hand lifted her up against the wall as he penetrated her warm chasm, grunting with every feverish thrust. The pleasurable moans erupting from her lips beckoned him like a siren’s song to push deeper and grind harder. Cupping his face in her hands, she dove in for another kiss that spoke of fulfillment while she bounced, her legs wrapped around his torso to keep her upright. The muscles in his back and legs flexed as he pushed deep into her hidden garden where he found the nectar that gushed over his tool.

  Heat and power radiated from their bodies as they came to completion, hard thighs crowning her hips as his rhythm increased. He decorated the nape of her neck in kisses while keeping her back arched. This provided a better position for his wand that was close to watering her fields, the shaft throbbing with every dive into the beautiful landscape of her body. Her head shook as she started to peak and gripped his back during her consuming climax. A soft cry signaled her release and he followed shortly after, pumping heavily into her glistening thighs as he exploded. A chorus of chuckles filled the air as he nuzzled her nose with his, panting between smiles and kisses.

  The couple was far from finished as their lust tumbled into another fit of grinding, her back beginning to burn from being scraped against the wall. As the two continued to ravish each other, the radio in Lena’s pocket began to crackle, the static interrupting their pleasure, but not making Trevor stop what he was doing. She raised the radio to her ear with a sly smile and pressed her finger to his lips.

  “Shh,” she whispered. “Just stay quiet.”

  “Dr. Clark? It’s...Over.”

  “Dr. Clark here,” said Lena. “What’s the problem? Over.”

  “We have sighting…in the sky. There’s been...”

  Static filled the air and caused Lena to cringe, holding the radio away from her ear while trying to discern what the person was saying. Who was it? She pulled her clothes on and told Trevor to wait in the room, stepping into the hall to head for her office where she might hear the soldier better.

  “I can’t hear you. Over,” she said into the radio.

  As she was making her way to her office, one of her rarely seen superiors steps into her path and demands her attention.

  “Dr. Clark, we have to talk,” said Dr. Grand.

  “Sir, I'm being called. I have to answer this immediately,” she said while stepping to the side.

  In her office, Lena tapped the touch-screen computer on her desk. She was growing impatient with whoever was contacting her. Red letters rolled across the top of her computer screen as the radio beeped and the voice came in much clearer as Dr. Grand stepped into her office.

  “We need to talk about your liaison with one of your patients,” said Dr. Grand with his arms folded.

  Lena stared at her superior, panic gripping her stomach. She was speechless as he explained that they discovered her tryst with Trevor and that she was suspended from her duties pending an inquiry, and she had to start clearing her things. Lena was mortified.

  “Please don’t take my job,” she said weakly, as the news sunk in. How would she see Trevor? What if he were sent away?

  “Dr. Clark--” began Dr. Grand, but was interrupted by the beeping of the Lena’s radio again. The voice from before came in clearer.

  “A spaceship has been sighted just outside the earth’s atmosphere. We need your help identifying the markings. Over,” said the voice of a soldier.

  “What ship? Over,” she responded, opening the camera view for the sky above the hospital and ignoring Dr. Grand.

  “Unidentified alien ship. They’re sending drones. We need you here ASAP, Dr. Clark. Over,” responded the messenger.

  As soon as she had received the warning, a number of explosions erupted in the distance and Lena stared at the picture on her screen as she enlarged the live video footage. A gigantic vessel was visible beyond the clouds, red lettering marking the edge of the ship. It appeared they were under attack by some unknown species which made both the war with the Eastern Alliance and Lena’s trouble with hospital management seem suddenly so miniscule compared to such a universal threat.

  Dr. Grand dashed outside the office to attend to the panic just outside the door, leaving Lena utterly horrified at her predicament. Taking a deep breath, she analyzed the screen and focused on what she had to do. It appeared her world was turning upside down in an instant. The world was seemingly coming to an end and her job had been snatched from beneath her feet, causing her to stumble. Or was that the nausea?

  As the bombs continued to explode, she rushed into the hallway where the entire hospital was in chaos. The radio crackled again. The message was that the hospital was under attack. The soldiers needed her to identify the language that gurgled over every television and radio in the area. She had to get to the main building in the base through the terrible rain of bombs and drones, but where was Trevor?

  She looked and looked, but could not see her lover anywhere.

  Another explosion went off, causing the hospital to shudder, and a light to fall from the ceiling.

  “Trevor! Trevor!” she called in a panic.

  But he was nowhere to be seen.

  To be continued!

  Book 2: Battle Ready

  Chapter 1

  Lena was at the point of tears, stumbling through the chaos of the hospital under attack. She kept calling for Trevor, whom she’d been separated from.

  “Lena!” came a relieved cry. She turned, and saw Trevor, striding through the panic, his cybernetic arm gleaming.

  “Oh, Trevor! I thought I’d lost you!” cried Lena, rushing forward to embrace him.

  “I’m here,” said Trevor. “Let’s move.”

  Through the panicked crowds of people fleeing the hospital, Navy SEAL Trevor Noble and his lover Dr. Lena Clark found an exit to a staircase to take them down to the main floor. The hospital had been driven into a frenzy of panic as news of the attack reached all the doctors and nurses on staff. Worry filled the air and cries for help to an unnamed deity carried over the sounds of screaming, startling the sweet couple who had, just moments ago, made love in the medical supply closet. The main floor was just as chaotic as the third where they had come from and they pushed through the crowded area to get outside. Beyond the doors revealed a darkening sky that harbored a terrible sight: the edge of a spaceship was dipping into their atmosphere and disrupting the energy in the air. They could hear it humming as they ran to the main building.

  It appeared motionless on the edge of the atmosphere, taking up so much space as to be seen by half of the world exposed to it. The doors to the main building came into view and they darted inside, slamming them shut behind them. A brief comfort fell over them as they walked through the center, looking around for anyone that might be left who hadn’t al
ready fled the scene. An officer armed with a ray gun appeared and shouted for them to state their business. Lena held up her badge, screaming that they were called by someone in the building.

  “Dr. Clark!” he cried. “My apologies. I was the one who radioed for you to come. Quickly! We don’t have much time.”

  “What’s going on?” she asked as he rushed them up the stairs to a conference room.

  “We were hoping you could tell us,” he responded as he opened the door.

  The soldier saluted his general and then left the room, the couple standing confused in front of two heavily armed men. One of them was General Sanders who greeted his officer with a salute and then relaxed his body.

  “Commander Noble, we have a problem,” he said.

  “Clearly, sir” said Trevor.

  “Now is not the time for smart talk, Commander. We appear to be under attack. Do you hear that on the radio?” he asked.

  Lena lifted the radio to her ear, the faint sound of garbling coming through the static. She stared at the men before her.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “Well, we’re not yet sure. We think the mothership is attempting to make contact. Thus far, none of our men know what language it is. We have no information on it,” explained the general. “I understand you’ve studied alien languages in your time.”

  “I have, sir,” she responded with some trepidation. “But it’s been years--”

  “Good. We’ll get you set up at the sight,” he interrupted. “And Commander, we’ll need you to defend us.”

  “But sir, I haven’t fully recovered,” explained Trevor, looking down at the scrubs he was wearing. “And I’m hardly dressed for the part.”

  “We’ll get you a uniform once we’re out at the tent. This is a dire situation and we need your full attention,” he said.

  “Of course, sir. Anything for the country,” replied Trevor.

  “That’s the problem, Commander. It’s the entire world that is under attack. We’re getting calls from the Eastern Alliance about joining forces because their side of the world is also under attack by drones,” said the general.

  “Are you serious?” Lena asked, her eyes widening as General Sanders nodded.

  “I’m afraid so, Doctor. We’ve never encountered anything like it. We’re already in the process of organizing a global placement of soldiers, but we don’t have enough people,” replied the general. “It’s a mess out there. People have been driven into a panic by the sightings all across the country.”

  “And these drones, sir?” asked Trevor, looking at the drones in the sky above him. “What about those?”

  “We’re not sure what they’re doing. They fly down and seem to scope around, but we can’t yet figure out their presence. They disappear up into the sky after they visited,” replied General Sanders.

  “Have any other places been bombed?” asked Lena.

  “Parts of the Eastern Alliance, mostly their military bases, and some other towns across the globe. It’s a mass scale panic, I tell you,” said the general.

  The older gentleman to his left looked sullen. The knowledge of having such widespread disaster weighed on his shoulders. While removing his cap, he brushed the thin hair on his head and then replaced it with the hat, opening his mouth to speak.

  “We’re at a loss for what to do. That’s where you two come in,” he said.

  “Who are you, sir?” asked Trevor.

  “General Haynes from the south. We were flown in as soon as the sighting was reported,” he replied.

  “How did you get here so fast?” asked Lena.

  “The new planes have been equipped with something similar to hyper speed like on a spaceship. It only took thirty minutes to cross the border, if that,” replied General Haynes.

  “This is a lot to absorb,” said Trevor. “I’m speechless, sir.”

  “We realize that. It left us speechless as well,” said General Sanders. “But we’ll figure out a plan. We just have to make it to the field where the main tent is located. All the equipment you’ll need is there.”

  The four stood for a moment in silence, exchanging glances. Another bomb exploded further in the distance, catapulting them into action. As General Sanders rushed them back down the stairs, Trevor kept his grip on Lena’s hand. She was relieved to have him next to her during this strange time. Having his fingers wrapped around hers made her feel safe even as they sprinted towards a car that would drive them out to the field. A number of men were sprawled along the field, likely injured from the war as well as the sudden attack from space. It was a ghastly sight to see the amount of bodies along the ground. Lena covered her face, saying a little prayer for the lives she couldn’t save.

  As a doctor, she felt compelled to jump from the vehicle and tend to their wounds. Surely there were still men that were alive, yet she knew that those were not her orders. It broke her heart to think of it that way and it reminded her of how she had been fired just moments ago in her office. When would she tell Trevor? Their lives were already a chaotic mess. It would be better to tell him later after they had sorted out this sudden invasion.

  Once they arrived at the main tent, they all jumped from the vehicle and gathered around a group of men handling a radio. The garbled sound coming from it grew louder until the entire tent was absorbed by its foreign message, the men looking between each other to see if anything sounded familiar. It all sounded like gibberish. Without warning, the static stopped and the radio went dead silent. One of them tried to focus the screen to get a better view of the ship. It remained blurry.

  Everyone in attendance was shocked, looking up into the sky in preparation for more fire, but nothing happened. In the sky above, the alien mothership didn’t budge. The field echoed an eerie silence only heard when a war has ended, the occasional moan of a wounded man ricocheting off the tents. They had to come up with a plan, but what were they to do? With no knowledge of their enemy, they were left utterly defenseless against another attack. The group remained silent as the radio crackled intermittently.

  Chapter 2

  The air was wrought with intense fear, all of the soldiers gathered around the radio to listen for another transmission. Nothing came. Lena and Trevor stood holding hands and searching the skies for a clue as to who their enemy might be. She could just make out a symbol on the corner of the alien mothership that looked familiar, the lettering in curves and dots instead of straight lines like their country’s alphabet. It was certainly alien. Most of her knowledge of alien languages came not from invasions, but from sudden alien attacks on planets, resulting in their total devastation. Pluto had been one of those planets. Not long after they developed deep space flight, the astronauts sent to study Pluto up close discovered that it had been destroyed during their journey to it. All that remained were bits of rock and shrapnel decorating the area Pluto had previously occupied.

  What if Earth joins the ranks of those planets? Lena thought as nausea washed over her body. What if Trevor and I are lost forever?

  Part of her supposed they would just become part of the cosmos, returning like the ashes of their ancestors to the very place they had begun: amidst the stars. It was a mildly comforting thought to imagine her and Trevor intertwined in such a fashion. What a poetic ending to a budding romance. However alluring it might sound now, she was sure their deaths would be incredibly painful and she made a promise to avoid that by dedicating her time to deciphering this language.

  Taking Trevor’s hand, she leaned into his skin and inhaled the aroma of his body, trying hard to impress it into her memory in case they were ever separated. Trevor wrapped a loving arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, doing the same with her as she was doing with him. He never wanted them to part, but they might have to face that at one point during this global attack. Being sent into battle meant parting with your loved ones. They would have to accept it eventually.

  A few drones appeared over the field, startling the group into action. Sol
diers grabbed their weapons and headed out into the vast space where they lined up in action stance, awaiting the strangely shaped ovals to fire upon the ground. However, they did not fire. The general shouted from behind the couple, frightening Lena into a crouch. He apologized.

  “There will be a lot of yelling happening around here,” he explained. “That’s something you’ll have to get used to.”

  “It’s similar to the emergency room at the hospital,” she mentioned. “I’ll be fine.”

  Trevor rubbed her back in consolation, only vaguely aware that across the globe men in uniform were also taking to the fields to stand in the same way their soldiers were standing. Many of them lined up in groups, facing their guns and war machines towards the sky. The sound of marching boots filled the air and alerted the aliens that the humans were preparing, the gargling communication between them roaring as they noticed the tiny dots moving along the surface of their computer screens.

  “They are choosing battle,” said one gnarled face to another, in their language.

  “Foolish humans,” said the other.

  “We shall attack upon the next rotation. Prepare the disintegrators and send word to the drones,” said their captain. “We must get those scientists before their world caves in on itself.”

  While their quest might have seemed noble at first, the humans weren’t too keen on being given up to some unknown species. Many of them were happy occupying the earth despite their own disagreements. It had taken many years to gain global peace only for it to plummet after a few months due to an argument between the Western and Eastern Alliance leaders. Such a seemingly foolish dispute had catapulted them into World War V of which they refused to turn away, sacrificing countless thousands of men to solve a problem that could have been solved had they been more receptive to sitting down and admitting their faults. But pride seemed to rule their countries.

  All this had alerted the species of Vihatagons, who were determined to utilize the knowledge of their scientists to create new weapons, ones that would be able to demolish entire worlds with the mere push of a button.