Page 7 of Her Alien Delegate (Necia Alien Warriors)

Chapter three

Evie

W aiting inside the Blue District was becoming impossibly frustrating.

I've been studying the necia warrior culture from the interface, but the more I read the more nervous I got.

It had been a week, and I'd already forgotten the name of the woman that purchased my contract.

She hadn't returned, and I was becoming stir crazy.

The credits on my account decreased each time I woke, and even the food was bothersome, but I worried that if I ordered something outside of what was provided then I might not have enough to last until the next ship arrived.

Every morning a squeeze packet would be available in the dispensary, and every evening a grainy tofu-like jelly bar would appear, along with a packet of water that tasted like iron.

The lavatory had a hole in the ground to squat over, and it would shoot a puff of air out to clean me when I finished, but not once had the door to the shower opened.

My own stench was becoming too ripe for my own comfort.

Finally, I couldn't take it and pressed the button to speak with the A.I. in charge of the room to help, even if it cost me extra credits to use the shower.

"How may I assist you?"

"Can you open the door to the cleaning station?"

"All rooms in the Blue District are programmed to provide everything you need, no matter your species. My sensors do not see there is a need to use the lavatory station. You are still clean according to your species standards."

"I'm beginning to itch," I said in disagreement.

"This is considered a normal process of shedding dead skin," it said in a monotone disinterest that made me irritable.

"Are you going to let me use the cleaning chamber or what? Does that cost extra?"

The sound of the air suctioning through the vents startled me, before the computer replied, "I've sent your musk sample to our database for evaluation of your current care."

"What?" I squeaked. The warning given to me rang clear when I was given this room. Be careful what I agree to while in the Blue District, they will try to sell whatever they get access to. Now it seemed they had my scent saved up somewhere, like bottled ode de human.

"Open the lavatory!" I was done playing with the computer and wouldn't have them store up any more of my human musk.

"Thank you for choosing the Blue District for your safety and comfort," the computer chimed, and the door wheezed open, but not before I saw the credits on the account tick down. Fuck.

I peeled off my sweaty clothes but took them into the chamber with me as a mask dropped down.

The mask clasped around my nose and mouth, including my eyes.

The room filled up with powder, and my mouth heated from the cleaning light breaking apart any bacteria on my teeth.

Warm wind blew through the space, and even though I knew I was clean, there was something very unsatisfying about not using water to rinse away the grime.

My clothes were still dusty from the wash when I stepped out, but the powder would absorb the oils and dirt before falling off.

Relief and panic filled me on the final day, I knew I'd wake up and the credits on my account would be zero.

Was it the day I'd be collected and brought to the ship, or was it the day I'd be kicked out of this room and have nowhere to go?

Still, there was no word from the ones who brokered my mating contract.

"Thank you for your stay at the Blue District," the computer spoke as I woke once more. "Please provide more credits to extend your stay or choose from a variety of services."

"Can you access when the next human transport comes into Trillume?"

"Of course. The next incoming trade ship with Earth was scheduled to arrive tomorrow, but due to disturbances with an anti-alliance terrorist group seeking to end H.E.T.

services, the transport was delayed to protect the incoming contracts.

All trade with Earth was suspended temporarily.

Would you like to hear the latest news clips on the subject? "

"Yes!" I snapped.

This was bad. I was out of credits, and the longer I stayed here, the more likely it was my contract was in danger of being stolen by anyone seeking to take advantage.

My contract was a liability now that it was no longer the original agreement.

Anyone could claim that they were the ones that traded for rights to my contract since my alien mate took me here.

"Princess Klemon of Trillume has gone into hiding with her stance on humans deserving to be included in the Galactic Alliance.

Many have taken the attack on Trillume transports as a sign of action to take control of the human beasts of Earth and seek to kill the princess to prevent any further disgrace with treating humans like anything more than a tradeable commodity, an exotic pet.

Humans are an intriguing species that have increased in popularity, but there are restrictions on their contracts that are being debated in Central Trillume's Council. "

The computer went on about the increase in activity within the Blue District concerning officials in Central Trillume.

And here I was at the heart of it, and about to be released with no credits.

With the unrest, caused by whatever incident was happening on Earth, I doubted the woman who brought me here would have an easy time returning here.

"You have a message. Would you like to accept it before you depart?"

Why wouldn't I?

"Yes...?"

"To the current resident of unit 4893," it was the voice of the woman who brought me here, "I have no way of reaching you without putting you in danger, and the ship you were meant to blend in with has been destroyed.

The next transport isn't scheduled until next month.

The Blue District is the safest place for you to be, but you can't stay in the room you're in now, since I've contacted you.

You must survive until the next humans arrive on Trillume to hide your departure.

Make your way to the Central District, if you can, to find a trill official to protect you.

You can do it. I'll be sending a necia warrior to retrieve you in two days when your credits run out. "

"But my credits are already gone now..."

"End of transmission."

"No, I'm out of credits! How am I supposed to wait for the warrior in two days? I'm not a secret agent capable of making my way to Central Trillume without help. I don't even know my way around! I'd get lost! I need credits." I nearly sobbed.

"You've expressed an interest in earning credits. Would you like to hear about our many services to earn credits here in the Blue District?"

I guess it wouldn't hurt to listen to what jobs were available here.

"Fine," I agreed with resignation.

"Thank you for your interest in making the Blue District a vital source of providing experiences for all species.

Your species is classified as Earthling, subclass human.

This species is gaining in curiosity and interest among many species across the galaxy.

As such, the Blue District would happily accept your application to earn credits under our protection.

Please proceed to a larger unit across the hall with a flashing gold light to accept earning credits here at the Blue District. "

"Wait, what will I be required to do?"

I wasn't accepting anything without knowing what I was signing up for.

"You will be in control of what you provide for credits.

Requests will be submitted by other guests for services from a human.

You are in control of accepting or declining the service and its equivalent credit allowance.

The room will be on the house for your first night while you establish your business. Do you agree?"

At least it was one night less to worry about while I wait for the necia warrior to come get me.

"I don't have to access any service requests?"

"You are not required to accept any requests, but should you not choose to accept at least one after your complimentary night for considering using the Blue District for your needs, then you will be asked to add credits to your account with us to continue your valued stay here. Do you accept?"

"I accept."