Gabatrix: the Batrice Crisis
Copyright© 2025 by CMed TheUniverseofCMed
Chapter 8: Gillan and Batrice
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8: Gillan and Batrice - Set after the events of Gabatrix: The Last Tank, resentment in the UWA grows in the colony of Batrice, one of the most essential worlds of the human race. Anger, confusion, and misinformation have reached an all-time high. A 24th-century Civil War is all but inevitable. It will be up to Shira, Javier, Stone, and the countless characters of past stories to find a solution before the UWA falls apart. Story Includes: Human/Anthro, M/F, M/FF, War, Sex, Action, Drama, Pregnant, Birth, Scalie, Alien
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Robot Space Furry Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Size
From the confines of space, the planet of Gillan lies in view. The large planet is almost covered in a purplish hue. The red dwarf of Trappist 1 glows in the vast distance, liquifying the frozen ice of the planet. Due to the tidally locked state, only one side continually receives heat while the other lies in frozen darkness.
Gillan, the so-called ‘eyeball’ planet, gives itself the appearance of such a state. Its location at the edge of Trappist’s habitable zone allows it to receive just enough heat to maintain its environment and partial atmosphere. From the edge of those sides are the vast ice sheets that naturally thin themselves out as they reach the center core equator. From the very center pointed towards the Trappist star, is a single small island continent, whose landmass sticks out of the central melted ocean like an iris overlooking Batrice and the other inner planets of the solar system.
Despite the lack of activity from the surface, a single orbital tethered structure could be seen jutting from the island. Fort Rangoon is not a grand space station, but it still carries an impressive sight for some. It consists of two large spinning drums on the top and bottom. However, its appearance by no means matches that of Fort Batrice. Its much thinner center structure is designed to serve as a passageway to the different facilities of the station. Numerous lights could be seen. Between both cities is a vast construction rail, lined with open yards that currently house spaceships or are being used to build new ones. Sets of AIO weapon platforms line the middle, bottom, and top, along with four dual railgun turrets connected to the midframe. Numerous transports, freighters, with a few cruisers, and other smaller vessels are seen flying about the station. At the very top, a large ring is fully active, with a powered, glowing blue vortex spinning in place.
In seconds, the Lifen emerges from the wormhole. A blue flame can be seen from its main rear thruster. This is followed by the Rampage, which also emerges from the spinning vortex, clearing the jump gate.
Inside the Lifen lander’s main bridge, it was spacious, flat, and well-lit. It was located on the top rear of the vessel and almost served as a balcony to a giant theater. There were several viewscreens. The forward largest provided a welcoming sight directly ahead of the ship. A sizeable gray metal slab can be seen jutting forward into the enormous ocean of space. Two rows of heavy AIO gun turrets were located on it before it would reach a protruding, jutting slab platform that lay over the bow’s main entry storage bay door. The forward side-mounted AIO turrets could be barely seen from the bow. The secondary bridge was on the top starboard side.
Javier sat behind his console, reviewing the data report given to him, while feeling the acceleration along his back. The main display above showed Gillan on the right side of the screen, consuming much of the viewpoint. The faint atmosphere still provided cloud cover over different sections of the planet.
“We’ve cleared the jump gate,” Marselle said behind her console. “The Rampage reports the same. We’ve arrived at Gillan, sir.”
“How long before we do a half orbit?” Javier asked.
“Five minutes...”
“Tell the Rampage to cut power to their engines and assume orbit. Once they do, cut our engines.”
“Aye, sir.”
“Lieutenant Patterson, inform the hangar bay to vacate all personnel who aren’t in their spacesuits to leave the interior.”
“Understood, XO,” Patterson replied.
Javier looked at the viewscreen while the other bridge crew did their jobs. From the various camera feeds, Javier could see the different spaceships that flew around Gillan. The sensors showed the UHN fleet that was taking up position some distance from Fort Rangoon. Only the warships’ navigation lights would flicker on and off to indicate their location, while space and the distant stars would serve as the great backdrop. From the camera’s viewpoint, Javier could see the great construction rail.
From one of the partially enclosed dockyard sleeves was the dreadnought Iridium. The mostly completed warship hulk was enormous, being just large enough to fit inside its alcove while not spilling out of it. A small space tug, a blocky-looking vessel with a draped low prow, had two cables attached to the forward bow of the Iridium. Not far from the tug was an assembled gate probe ring. A blue vortex was already in the process of forming, nearing its final stage of creation.
“Sir,” Patterson explained to Javier. “The tug crews report that the UHN Iridium is all set to be moved. They’re going to see if they can tow it.”
“Looks like Fleet Admiral Thiago kept his word on getting those tugs to Gillan,” Javier replied. “One less thing for Batrice to worry about taking.”
The Lifen’s engines cut out, causing the constant acceleration to come to an end. Within seconds, the tug’s engines were burning hot. Other sets of thrusters from two other sets of smaller tugs began to activate. The combined strength of the three vessels was finally enough to begin pulling the great dreadnought. The gate ring remained stable. It would be a tricky concept as the tug and the dreadnought hulk would be subjected to the wormhole vortex’s interior longer than most ships, but it was deemed a necessary risk. By now, the camera feed was getting harder to watch as Gillan’s surface was beginning to overtake all of it. However, the last thing that Javier could see was the Iridium flying through the ring, jumping safely away to Mars for safekeeping.
“How much longer, Marselle?” Javier asked.
“Three minutes, sir,” she replied.
“Gillan reports that we’re clear to launch when we’re ready,” Patterson added. “We’re clear to depressurize the bay...”
“Roger,” Javier said with a sigh. “ ... If only Baxton knew the trouble he caused by doing all this...”
“Him and all of Batrice, sir...”
By now, the surface of Gillan was growing darker. It wouldn’t take long before the Lifen had reached past the radiant light that reached the planet. The massive ice shelves seen were slowly becoming harder to see. From the camera feed, the Rampage could be seen maintaining a parallel course to the rear starboard side, maintaining the same speed as the Lifen. Only the flashing navigation lights were visible along its hull, as it was becoming increasingly difficult to see.
“The Rampage is certainly majestic as it is ugly, sir,” Patterson remarked.
“It really is amazing, isn’t it?” Javier said. “Earth practically loses its entire space force, and it finally had to take some DC cowboy to jump-start it again.”
“I don’t even know how he does it ... the guns are how old?”
“A little bit of everything, he could slap on it. The main guns are 20th-century technology mixed with current automated tech jerry rigging.”
Ramirez, the ship’s weapons petty officer, turned his head from his console. “That’s before railguns even existed,” he added.
“World War 2, yep. Old battleships long gone. Darin mentioned that he had to make his own improvements.”
“I’d say ... we got away from using gunpowder on those big guns for a reason, sir. Wouldn’t he have to worry about a magazine explosion? I wouldn’t want to be on that ship if it took a hard hit from a high explosive.”
“When I spoke to Darin, he said that he no longer uses powder bags and instead has the shells loaded up in reinforced casings manufactured on Earth’s munition plants. Apparently, the entire turret interior and the gun assembly had to be retuned to handle it. Thankfully, technology today can do wonders in making old guns work again.”
“Yeah, but why?” Ramirez questioned. “Why use old guns? Those shells might pack a punch, but a railgun is so much faster and better.”
“It’s because Earth is broker than broke,” Patterson answered. “What we take for granted might as well be a luxury item...”
“He’s using what he can use,” Javier said. “But, I have a feeling it’s way more than that. It’s the principle behind it. It’s a statement...”
“Well, I have to hand it to him. Looks like Darins holding his own ... I don’t know how he would take on modern battleships with that thing.”
“You just got to use what you can use ... Marselle, our status?”
“We’re ready, sir,” Marselle replied. “We’re behind Gillan. Batrice can’t see us.”
“Alright,” Javier commanded, looking over to Amelia behind her console. “Depressurize the hangar bay and open the front bay doors. Once that’s done, tell Mizu and Dean they’re clear to launch.”
“Understood,” Amelia replied. “Depressurizing...”
Javier watched as they remained on the dark side of Gillan. There was no form of artificial light on the surface. It was so dark that the Lifen’s hull was becoming hard to see without any form of visual enhancement. Finally, what took less than half a minute, the camera feed showed the hint of light emerge from inside the massive bay of the Lifen lander as the door slid open. The forward momentum of the entire vessel remained as one of the stealth shuttles lifted off from the deck and activated its rear thrusters, quickly flying out into the fabric of space. This was soon followed by a second launch as the other shuttle lifted off and departed from the Lifen.
There was a brief flash of navigation lights visible on the stealth shuttles, indicating their location while they veered away from the Lifen, before they fell silent.
“Shuttles launched,” Patterson said. “Closing up bay doors and repressurizing...”
“Mizu reports they’re clear of the Lifen, sir,” Marselle added.
Even on the sensors, they were becoming harder to track, difficult to see as they disappeared and flew into the dark void. Their destination lay in the long journey towards Batrice.
“ ... Good luck guys,...” Javier said, knowing that this might have been the last mission these pilots would ever do...
It was much later that night. Inside the spinning centripetal ring of the Lifen’s habitation module, both Bekra and Zalika lay in bed naked together in their quarters. The confined bed compartment was still large enough to accommodate the thinner Bekra, despite Zalika’s more muscular feminine frame.
The thin blanket that covered their bodies was lowered enough that Zalika and Bekra’s chests were exposed. While Zalika carried her darker complexion, Bekra’s red scales and partial green colors would naturally thin out when it came to her paler, smoother chest and abdomen. Her crested head and beak looked straight up towards the turned-off light overhead. She was wide awake, with a look of sadness on her face. Meanwhile, Zalika’s eyes were partially open. The look of sexual hunger could be seen on her face as the human woman reached her hand out, touching the Aksren’s chest. Zalika could feel Bekra’s nipple before the Itrean used her arm to push her away.
“No...,” Bekra said. “I’m not in the mood...”
“Come on,” Zalika replied, being frisky with her. “We hadn’t done it in over a day...”
Zalika tried to do it again, reaching her hand forward onto Bekra and grasping her breast. While the marine’s fingers played with the soft malleable tissue, the Itrean more aggressively used her arm to shove it away.
“NO!” Bekra replied. “No mating!”
“Oh, you know you want some...” Zalika grew more emboldened.
The Oshunian woman reached forward and touched Bekra before she opened her beak and hissed at her. The look of absolute anger and frustration could be seen on Bekra’s face. It caused Zalika to become further aggressive, believing that the Itrean was only playing with her. However, that quickly became disproven when Zalika touched Bekra, causing the Itrean to lash out at her. She was careful but used the force needed to push Zalika, pressing her body toward the Oshunian woman and back against the alcove bulkhead, swinging her tail around and pressing one of her claws against Zalika’s right breast. Bekra then opened her curved beak on Zalika’s hand and bit her.
“Oww, oww, shit!” Zalika replied. She could see that Bekra was maintaining her bite. The look of the oviraptor’s teeth pressing against her flesh was apparent, but they weren’t strong enough to pierce it, only causing pain. Finally, Bekra let go and recoiled, making another roaring hiss at her wife.
“Damn, what the fuck!?” Zalika said. “I thought you were only joking...”
“Why do you think we haven’t mated in over a day?” Bekra said, making several chirps in her voice.
“Because ... we were too tired to do it?”
“And why is that?”
“Well, it’s not our fault that we’ve been too busy scrubbing toilets. It doesn’t mean we still can’t fuck, right?”
“You want to mate ... I don’t...”
Zalika paused for a moment before she grew more serious with Bekra. “You don’t want to have sex ... why?”
Bekra’s reptilian eyes narrowed at her. “You humans, maybe it’s just you,” her voice was stern with her. “Or maybe it’s because you’re... ‘Oshunian’...” She said her last sentence in a mocking tone, reminding Zalika of what she said to Shira.
“Hey, hey ... damn, girl. Why you being so mean?”
“You don’t get it ... do you? We become mates ... I know you play ... joke with others, learn your ways, and you only mistreat...”
“Mistreat others?” Zalika questioned her. “What are you talking about? You were part of it, too. I didn’t see you complain when I lit off that stink bomb, right? Or the time I grabbed that mattress and ran off with it...”
“You didn’t see me complain? You weren’t watching me. You didn’t hear my protests. You didn’t feel my hand slap your side, warning you to stop. You just did it ... and kept doing it...”
“Yeah, because that’s me, Bekra. Besides, this ship would be boring as fuck if I didn’t do anything. Why are you saying all this? You know me. I was doing this at Eutera too ... you were there ... hell, you even suggested an idea or two.” Zalika smiled at her. “Or is it because we finally got caught?”
“Finally caught on this ship?...” Bekra’s eyes looked down. “That’s all that was important to you. Fine...,” she lowered her voice. “I have to say it for your stubborn, primitive, dumb brain. My mate ... do you know why I played with you as you joke others? Because mates work together. Itreans work together. Mates are always raised to love their mates and do things together. Even if one commits crimes, we still love and try to do things together. Do you understand how important that is? Do you understand the sacrifice mateship is?”
“I’m not committing crimes, Bekra. It’s just a prank. Everyone gets a big laugh in the end.”
“You still don’t get it ... I know your history, Zalika. I never feel sorry for you, because you are strong inside. You just need to realize that everything is changing around us and know that your actions hurt others.”
“I’m not hurting anybody.”
“You hurt yourself by hurting others. Do you know what it’s like to be on this ship? I hear them talk about you, Zalika. They are proud of you. They know who you are as we’re together. You fight well and they know it. But, it’s more than that ... I know what it was like at Eutera. They say the same thing, but you knew everybody better. They were family to you ... and then they died.” Bekra tried to remain strong, but there was a crack in her voice. “I was so worried about you ... after the Emphra killed every warrior you knew. I did everything I could to placate you ... make you happy...”
“ ... And you have,” Zalika said.
“No ... let me finish, because you’re going to twist it. When you come aboard this ship, it became a new beginning for us. Everything happens, but it’s different. We’re outsiders, but they let us in. The humans ... they can be so kind and gentle. They let a Shal’rein command their ship when they don’t have to. An Itrean lets a Golarren serve with her not because she has to, but because she knows her abilities. She lets Dean fly her shuttles when other adjuncts might think twice about letting a lovable ‘Kog’ca’ fly it. She sees the good in everybody, even if she doesn’t show it. She’s a good Adjunct, just like her mate, a human who is kind, cares, and leads everyone. Then, I see you smile and laugh again. I know it, because they are family replacing the people you cared for and lost. But you just can’t help yourself. You want to do it again ... you have to. You do it again because you’re Zalika, the prankster, the true Kog’ca of this ship...”
“Ha, ha,” Zalika chuckled a little bit. “Wouldn’t that make you one, too?”
“No,” Bekra was firm with her. “I’ve done everything I could for you. Shira knew it too. I was being honorable. I serve her. I serve this ship. I serve my mate. I serve our family. It’s difficult to balance, but I’ve done my best. Meanwhile, my mate is cruel. She doesn’t consider others that she hurts.”
“I can’t believe you’re taking this so seriously when you know it’s a joke. How many times do I need to say it? Pranking isn’t hurting others. I’m not going to lose my career. Deep down, they don’t care either. Besides, we could probably all be dead tomorrow, and it wouldn’t matter anyway.”
Bekra put her clawed hand on Zalika’s shoulder. “Life is not a joke. It is Itrea’s blessing. It’s trying to find balance in a galaxy of chaos and evil. It’s trying to guide us to a better future. It all has to start with someone, someone who isn’t trying to hurt her mate and hurt herself.”
“How am I hurting you?”
“You lie to me. I finally saw it with you and Czarek. Maybe I was so used to it ... everything you do, but I saw it when he came aboard. Czarek is you, and you like it.”
“Czarek?” Zalika shook her head. “I don’t like him. He’s here today, gone tomorrow.”
“Stop lying. Deep down, you wanted him so bad that you had to impress him. You exposed yourself to him, a human tradition of romantic attraction. He watched and enjoyed looking at you naked, and you enjoyed doing it all right in front of me. A lesser Itrean that learns of a dishonorable mate can kill her mate for such treachery ... But I know better...”
“I wasn’t...” Zalika thought about it. “ ... Ok, I had to drop my pants to do all that, but ... come on, Bekra. I’m not cheating on you by exposing myself to him. As much as I think Czarek was, even he knew I wasn’t...” She paused as she was considering her words. “I wasn’t flirting with him. He already knew I was a lesbian.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am! I want naked women all the time. How many times do I have to say it?”
“No. You want hink ... you want my hink and you want his hink. At least with Itreans, we understand what’s at stake ... we either have sex with each other or watch our people die ... no males, only force females to be something they’re not ... make babies. But, you, you humans, you take advantage of us. You want Itrean ‘Jad’i.’ Trillions of Itrean Jad’I to put your hinks into that the human females become obsolete ... I didn’t feel that way with you, Zalika. I could have a human male, but I knew you were lonely ... you drink and hurt yourself, but I wanted to help you, make you a better human. Instead, I see that I was wrong. You know what you did was wrong, but you still had to do it, pushing yourself to get in trouble to impress him instead of your friends and family. You pretend to love me, but you would be willing to risk your career, your honor, to satiate another, because I know I wasn’t enough for you...”
Zalika was going to say something, but Bekra’s words were pushing the Oshunian woman to remain silent. The marine thought about Eutera and what Bekra had said about Shira. She knew that Bekra had said her peace. A tear ran down the Aksren’s reptilian eyes and down her crested beak. It was enough that Zalika finally relented.
“ ... I’m sorry,” Zalika said. “ ... It was wrong what I did ... all of it,” she rolled to her back and breathed hard. “I felt so alive when Czarek came aboard that I just had to be with him more ... I thought at first that you didn’t mind it, but ... I got caught up in the moment. I ignored you ... you’re right. You’ve tried to set me straight ... I don’t know what else there is to say, but that I’m truly sorry for doing all that ... I wasn’t aware of your feelings. Hell, I didn’t really fully realize it until you offered to have your body slashed for my misbehavior.”
“‘Our’ misbehavior,” Bekra tried to correct her.
“No ... mine, all mine. I started it all, and you only followed. Everything was me ... I ... it was my fault.” Zalika reached forward and wiped Bekra’s flowing tears. “Look, it’ll stop ... I promise to stop. I promise you that I won’t misbehave anymore. Understand?”
Bekra practically pulled her head away and rolled onto her side, looking at Zalika. “No ... I know what needs to be done. You humans say, ‘It’s time to put my foot down.’ ... I must do it. You really hurt me, Zalika ... you hurt my friends and my Adjunct ... If you want this mateship to continue, you must listen to my demands...”
Zalika sighed. “Demands? What demands?”
Bekra used her clawed hands to lightly jolt her to the bulkhead. “Your mate’s demands. Shira punished us, but she could punish us more, because she knows that I must punish you. I love you, Zalika, but I cannot let you do that anymore ... not the Lifen crew. You understand?”
“ ... Yes...”
“Good. First, starting tomorrow, I put in the request. I will not be an ivon anymore. My body ... my choice. I’m mated with a human, and I can finally choose to have it removed. I will not live with a hink between my legs anymore.”
“What? You’re going to reverse your procedure?”
“My people forced me to become ivon. I’m tired of being forced, my mate. I’m not T’rintar clan trash ... I’m not their pawn, and I’m not yours either. Do you agree?”
“Ah ... I, I, um,” Zalika sighed. “Fuck ... I don’t ... ehh...”
“See? You like hink...”
“I liked yours, dammit. You were a woman, but ... you ... ugh ... I knew I went too far yesterday...”
“You don’t listen to yourself,” Bekra continued. “Now you will. We’ll both have Jad’i...”
“ ... Fine,” Zalika said. “But, I can...”
“No terms! Yes or no...”
“Ugh ... Bekra, you’re a hard woman to please when you get angry ... alright. I agree.”
“My next demand. I declare us as ‘Dagn Jin.’”
“Dagn ... what?”
“An Aksren ceremony practiced on Dagn and Zyo of the Salre’po Empire ... It’s only reserved for two women who love each other.”
“Salre’po...,” Zalika realized. “Wasn’t that the planet where your grandparents came from? That really strict matriarchy group?”
“Yes, long before my family escaped the Emphra and lived with the Yutilians. I never saw it, but I know their rare practices. Dagn Jin is a mateship of nature between two women. Under that tradition, two women who love each other must do everything together. It’s not just being a lesbian, but a lesbian of nature, sacrifice, and love ... a return to Itrea and becoming one with that nature.”
“That ... doesn’t sound so bad,” Zalika said.
“Good, because I’ll become a mother.”
“You ... you want to get pregnant?” The marine rubbed her head. “Now you? Is everybody getting knocked up on this ship or something?”
“You want to become a mother ... you’ll have it.”
“Ummm ... Right now? I don’t have the ability to get you ... I mean, maybe I could have surgery to...”
“Lesbian of nature...” Bekra reiterated. “We are born female ... two females cannot produce a baby. That is the will of Itrea. But I know how ... under the ceremony of Dagn Jin, we will both carry it. A male will have the honor of putting a baby inside me.”
“Ummm,” Zalika practically gulped in surprise. “This is ... a lot to take in. You’re going to have a man impregnate you? We’re mates ... Wouldn’t that violate the mateship?”
“It’s part of this tradition that outside help is needed under Dagn Jin, that it’s honored and respected under Aksren law when two females choose to become mothers. A close member of the family or friend is chosen as the donor ... one who will give me his genes. I choose one for the ceremony, his hink inside me ... I choose Dean to carry that honor...”
Zalika closed her eyes. “You ... want Dean to knock you up. Not ... somebody else? Maybe? Really? You want to have sex with Dean?”
“Yes,” Bekra was assertive. “Dean is a good friend. He is funny and gentle. He carries strong genes worthy of bringing to life. He already produces Aksren sperm for his mate, and I know Iz’tre will be happy to produce as many babies as she can give him. She chose well in having him, and I know Iz’tre will be happy to share him to produce a baby in me.”
“I can’t believe we’re having this discussion,” Zalika sighed and opened her eyes. “Ok ... ok, seems like everyone is spitting babies on this ship ... I guess having another isn’t going to be so bad ... yeah, ok ... breathe Zalika,” she told herself.
“It’s ok, my mate,” Bekra gently put her hand on Zalika’s shoulder. “We will bear this responsibility together, when you have a man put his hink inside you...”
Zalika’s eyes were wide. “A ... A what?”
“I told you. It’s a shared responsibility. Under the tradition of Dagn Jin, both women become pregnant. We become the perfect mirror of one another ... one that...”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Zalika remarked. “I was thinking about us having a kid one day ... but now you’re asking me that we both get pregnant? There’s no way that...”
“Hsss...,” Bekra placed her clawed hand to Zalika’s throat without gripping hard onto her. The Itrean seemed very determined.
“Ok, ok, ok!...,” the marine replied as Bekra pulled her hand away. “Geez, you drive a hard bargain.”
“No mercy,” she pointed her clawed finger at her. “These are my terms, my mate. I’ve done everything I could to make you better. When I saw Itrea, I knew that Itreans must return to the way of life they were originally meant to be. Women bear life. You’ve always been the strong warrior, but the warrior must create new life and pass her teachings onward. Even Shira knows this ... you know this. If Itrea honors us, we will give birth together with each other’s baby pressed to our breasts.”
“I guess you really have become more religious as time passed,” Zalika said as she thought about it. “Both of us ... well, if it ain’t you getting me pregnant, then who is?”
For the first time, Bekra seemed somewhat unsure, but quickly assured herself. “I’ve been thinking ... Mizu should bear that honor.”
“Mizu?” Zalika put her hand over her mouth in dismay. “You’re going to have sex with Dean, me with Mizu. It’s ... not even a matter of just having a kid. I’m a lesbian, Bekra. It would be like ... asking a man to have...”
“I know ... but it’s a sacrifice, one that I embrace for Itrea and my mate. We must return to our ways ... live peacefully ... no more violence ... we’ve seen enough as it was.”
The marine thought about it. “It’s too much, Bekra,” she said, growing serious. “I ... I don’t know if I could do this.”
“You don’t know, my mate, because you were an orphan. Your original parents were horrible people. You believe that you can’t be a good mother because you had a terrible childhood. You’re afraid of the child suffering that same fate. I know better...”
“I’m thinking of a lot of things right now, Bekra. My figure,” she lightly looked at herself. “Stone isn’t going to want this. What? Do they have powerarmor rated for pregnant women?”
“They should. Stone may disagree, but Shira won’t. Besides, Itrean women always fight, pregnant or not. We might not wish it, but it’s...”
“The will of Itrea, yeah, yeah ... but, Mizu ... why him? I mean ... he’s a great guy, but he already has two Itrean wives. Dean, I guess I can understand why you want him.”
“I admit, I had less time to think of this,” Bekra explained. “But, my memories go to Chuang...”
“Mizu’s brother?”
“Yes, we had so little time with him on Eutera, but he did so much. He saved our lives when we fought the Emphra. If Chuang were still here, I would choose him to put a baby inside of you, a worthy warrior with good genes. But, ... he sacrificed himself for us. Mizu has carried on with his brother and saved Li’lo and Jenta. His brother lives through him. I wish to honor Chuang by having Mizu impregnate you. I want to save his bloodline, great people, who deserve our respect.”
Zalika put her hand to her stomach as she thought about it. “Mizu, huh? I guess you’re right ... I’d rather have him do it than anybody else. I can trust him. But isn’t he already having kids with Li’lo and Jenta? I can’t carry a Yutilian baby inside me, last time I checked.”
“The process can be easily reversed,” Bekra said. “Don’t worry. But when it comes to Li’lo and Jenta, they all must agree. I can’t promise anything, but if we talk to them, they might agree to this.”
The marine lightly tapped her fist to her head. “I don’t know, but...”