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“Drift.” Captain’s attention shifted to the pilot.
Oh frag. Drift cursed.
“It’s optimal that the team arrives at Cancri B quickly.” Captain’s eyes glowed. “No one can fly like you do. You’ll be the second warrior on the team.”
I volunteered. Grid’s disappointment was palpable. He lowered his hand.
“Grid.” Captain addressed that male next. “A good navigator should also be a competent pilot. You’ll take the controls while Drift is on the mission.”
Noooo… Drift howled through the transmission line. The male was…particular about who touched his systems. Other skilled pilots on the Dauntless rarely had that opportunity.
Now, those systems would be utilized by the most-chaotic being on board the battle station.
Strike was extremely sympathetic to Drift’s plight.
Grid, however, was not at all concerned. Your controls are mine. The male cackled.
“Strike.” Captain’s gaze returned to him. “Relay any intel you uncover. We’ll keep you informed. Communicate, if you or your female require assistance.”
“We’ll do that, Captain.” Strike appreciated that he remained part of the team.
If only for a little longer duration.
“Thank you, Captain.” His female beamed at the male.
Grid’s mouth dropped open.
That warrior’s stunned expression was the last image they saw before the communication ended. Footage of Powlus Zetus resumed on the main viewscreen.
“That went well.” Strike’s female sagged against him.
“It went very well.” He kissed the top of her head. Her curls were soft against his lips. “I project Drift and Cure will visit us on your home planet once they’ve completed their mission.”
“It’s our home planet now.” Her words gave him joy. They were together, and they had a location to call theirs. “And we’ll let my mom know.” She nibbled on her bottom lip. “Do you think your friends’ll be okay? Their mission could be dangerous.”
“Drift and Cure are pilot and medic now, but they were trained as warriors.” Cyborgs had been manufactured for only one task—to kill the Humanoid Alliance’s enemies. “They’re competent fighters. And they’re fellow cyborgs. We were fabricated for dangerous situations.”
“I wish those dangerous situations weren’t necessary.” His female sighed. “Do you regret that you’re not going with them?” She turned on his lap and gazed up at him.
“No.” He smiled at her. It continued to amaze him that she was his and he would spend an almost endless lifespan chattering with her, touching her, loving her. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”
He felt that truth in his core.
Her lips curled upward. “I’m exactly where I want to be also.”
He brushed her hair back from her gorgeous face. “I love you.” He would never tire of relaying those words. Frag. He had never projected he’d have the opportunity to say them. To anyone. Especially not to the best female in the universe, and there was a high probability she was the best female beyond that. “You’re?—”
“What is it?” His female turned to gaze at the main viewscreen.
He’d been monitoring the modified freighter’s systems remotely. “We have an incoming communication.”
“Did your captain forget to tell us something?” His female leaned back against him.
“No. It originates from the First Zetus’s warship.” He opened communications.
An image of his female’s friend was displayed on the main viewscreen. “Kess. Oh, and your gray hunk is with you too. Greetings.” The friend waved. “I met his mom, Kess. And she likes me.”
The friend squealed and clasped her hands together.
