"General, I have the reports you requested."
"Send them to me and I will take a look at them in the morning."
Jag waited until the white light on his intercom module died out before releasing a tired sigh and pushed himself out of his seat behind his desk. His body was stiff from the hours of sitting and going over reports or attending conference calls. He had been at it since 6am and it was now closing in on midnight. This had to be the fourth time this week that he had to put in these kinds of hours and he was starting to really miss being on duty with the rest of his unit. He had always preferred patrolling to the administrative side of his role as battalion General and unit commander.
Just as he lumbered his way towards the bathroom with intentions of a shower, the chime of his front door cut him off making him groan.
"Who is it?"
"Just a couple of grunts bearing gifts." A familiar voice replied.
"Speak for yourself." Another voice came in the background.
Jag motioned for the door to open, moving back towards the living area as his two best friends stepped in, looking far less exhausted than Jag felt.
Jag and Kal had known each other since the day they were born being that they were from the same tribe. While Jag was from a higher ranking family than Kal's, they had remained firm friends, dreaming of the days they could join the military and make their families proud. Kal was certainly the more intellectual one of the two in the sense his strengths were in surveillance and communications while Jag had preferred the more physical aspect of being a soldier. Despite the difference in passions, they worked well together and Kal's keen senses had saved them a number of times when dealing with volatile situations.
They had met Sid in training and had become good friends. He was from another tribe but had also wanted to make his family proud by serving in the military. He was charming, a troublemaker but an excellent warrior with a natural instinct for tactical responses. He was also one of the very few who could keep up with Jag in training. Unlike Kal and Jag who had darker blue skin, Sid was a much lighter grey-blue denoting his tribe was closer to the coast whereas Kal and Jag were from a tribe that inhabited the jungle-like areas. However, there was where the differences ended. They all shared the golden predator eyes and white speckling that their species had while also either having black or white hair. The Draygonians looked mostly human in feature except that their top and bottom canines were much longer similar to a wolf or lion and their brow was heavier leading into broad straight noses that were almost as sharp as their cheekbones. Kal was the shortest and leanest of the three but even he stood at an impressive 6ft 8in.
"You look like shit." Kal piped up as he glanced at his friend, raising a sharp white eyebrow judgmentally.
"Thanks." Jag rolled his eyes, sinking back against the couch and resting his head back against the headrest. "If you came here to insult me then you can go."
"We came here to help you blow off some steam." Sid replied, his voice playful and sly. "You've been locked up in this office all week. You need some fresh air and something fun to do."
"What kind of fun?"
"Sid wants to try playing basketball again." Kal rolled his eyes. "And since I won't play with him you have to."
"Basketball?" Jag frowned. "Wait, that's the one we played last month and the humans slaughtered us."
"The one and the same." Kal chuckled, feline gold eyes flashing with amusement.
"If we don't practise then how are we going to stand a chance next time?" Sid reasoned.
"Alright, alright." Jag sighed and pushed himself from his seat. "Hang on, you said you had gifts!"
"Oh right," Sid shifted awkwardly and pulled a wad of paper from his pocket. "I need you to sign these."
Jag groaned and took the papers, frowning as he read the report of damage to yet another transporter. That had to be the fourth one Sid had damaged since they had been stationed in New York eighteen earth months ago. Sid was one hell of a soldier but he seemed incapable of not breaking things or driving into things.
"I'm going to get changed and pretend I didn't see this." Jag grumbled, heading for his bedroom to change.
Not more than twenty minutes later they were on the basketball court with Kal pretending he was keeping score. Jag knew he should be sleeping since he would likely be up at 6am again to attend to the dozens of communications and reports he still hadn't gotten to. But it had been a while since he had let off any steam and the excuse to spend time with his friends was truly welcome.
"So the humans are organising a celebration for next Friday." Sid announced when he scored yet again. "Are you going to attend?"
"Probably not." Jag replied as he stole the ball from Sid and made the shot, a small jolt of triumph running through him when the ball went through the next.
"Pfft, lame." Kal scoffed from the sidelines. "C'mon Jag, you need to have some fun and besides, you might meet someone."
Jag couldn't help but glower at his friend. Part of the reason Jag had been put on this tour was thanks to his father. The old man wouldn't step down as Alpha of the Sha'la tribe and let Jag take his place until Jag found his female. That ordinarily was a mission to carry out at home on Draygon but since the attack fifty-seven cycles ago, the female population had dwindled and the last recorded birth was five years ago. The Draygonians would be extinct in the next one hundred cycles if they didn't find a solution and that solution had been earth. They had women who were genetically compatible and responded to a male Draygonian's pheromones in the same way a Draygonian female would have. It meant that the Draygonian's had a chance at survival.
Jag just wasn't sure if he was ready to find his female.
"His problem is he doesn't want to meet anyone." Sid snorted. "I do. I'm the last male in my family not to meet their female and it makes for some seriously awkward conversations."
"No, what makes it awkward is that you don't want to explain to your Nona that you've been sampling the sweets without paying." Kal retorted.
"Okay I'm done." Jag sighed and passed the basketball to Sid. "I'm going to bed."
Just as the words left his mouth the air was filled with the sounds of alarms, red lights flashing all around the trio.
"Attention. A fire had been detected. Please make your way calmly towards the nearest exit. Attention…" the recorded emergency protocol blared all around them.
"So much for sleep!" Sid smirked, leading the way out of the basketball and towards a fire escape.
Jag was certain the goddesses were against him today. Tiredly he followed his friends and other personnel out of the building and towards the designated checkpoints. At least five hundred Draygonian soldiers were stationed and housed in the New York headquarters along with three hundred human military personnel; however, during the day, the numbers would triple with government officials and more Draygonians coming in from a second base in Brooklyn's Naval Yard.
Then there were the contractor's quarters that were just outside of the perimeter but still formed part of the base. That was another three hundred or so civilians who were employed to cook, clean, maintain and overall help things function so people like Jag could focus on his job. Unsurprisingly, they had been pulled out of their slumber by the claxons and were sleepily making their way out of the buildings towards the checkpoint. They all looked as impressed as Jag felt about being forced to stand outside while the fire department located the source of the alarm.
It gave Jag a chance to survey the scene around him while Kal and Sid bickered beside him about nothing Jag was interested in. His golden eyes swept over the dozens of different faces around him. Some were familiar but most weren't. Just as he was about to tell his two friends to shut up, he spotted her.
His whole body froze as he watched the small female following another woman who had pink hair and several piercings. This girl was very different from her companion. For starters, she had light blonde hair that was cut short and looked messy from sleeping. Her big blue eyes were watching everything around her while she shrank behind her friend. She was slender with long legs hidden under baggy pyjama bottoms and soft curves hidden under a grey oversized t-shirt. Despite this though, Jag's keen vision picked up on the way her pert breasts were reacting to the cool spring air and he felt himself on the verge of growling in admiration at the sight.
He hadn't seen the girl before much to his surprise. Sure, he hardly recognised anyone but Jag was certain he would have noticed this little goddess before. His carnal instinct was making him practically drool at the thought of ripping the clothes from her body and claiming her; however, all those thoughts vanished when he realised that what he had thought here shadows on her face were in fact bruises.
Had someone hurt her? How had she been injured?
The thought of someone laying a hand on a female made the Draygonian's blood boil. Females were to be cherished. They were gifts from the goddesses. They were gentle and loving and calmed the beasts known as their males. To hurt one was to spit in the face of the divine.
"Can I have your attention everyone!" A human male dressed in a firefighter's kit addressed the crowd. "It was a false alarm so you are free to return to your rooms."
A groan of frustration filled the air but Jag was barely listening, his eyes were still on the small blonde woman standing with the other humans. He had an urge to go over and speak with her but had no idea what he would say. She looked like she would pass out in fear if anyone spoke to her that she didn't know. However, just as the crowd began to disperse and head back in, those beautiful blue eyes were suddenly on him hypnotising him with their beauty.
Mine. He thought on impulse.
The reverie was quickly broken by the sound of Kal calling him. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Kal and Sid waiting for him expectantly. Sighing, he glanced back towards the girl but she was gone and so was her pink haired companion.
Swallowing down his disappointment, Jag let out a sigh before turning back to his friends and following them back inside.
Camille was up and dressed before Charlotte even rolled out of bed. After the fire alarm incident the night before, Camille hadn't been able to sleep although she hadn't been able to work out if it was because of the nightmares she wanted to avoid or because the golden eyes that had been staring at her from across the forecourt during the fire alarm. It still felt surreal for someone like Camille to see real life Draygonians. Her exposure had always been through social media and the news. The aliens had been transparent about their kind but none of it could prepare Camille from being around them. She wasn't scared but rather blown away by their beauty.This particular male had to be at least 6ft 11in and well built. His pitch black hair was cropped close to his dark blue scalp along the sides and longer on top. Golden eyes were set on either side of a strong straight nose, coupled with sharp cheekbon
According to records, Isis was a goddess worshipped in ancient Egypt. She was worshipped as being the goddess of fertility (among other things) so when the gene that made human subjects compatible with Draygonians was identified and a test was developed to help identify it, scientists nicknamed it the Isis gene. It wasn't a particularly new find. In fact, this particular piece of hereditary data already had a name but it was one no one cared for, especially when naming the gene after a goddess associated with fertility sold more headlines.So was the birth of the Isis gene.This gene didn't live in everyone though. Only females had it and even then, not all females were born with it. However it was this gene that could save the existence of Draygonians. The women with the gene were responsive to a Draygonian male's pheromones but more interestingly, it wa
The whole time Kal spoke, Jag was unable to keep his eyes off of the tiny blonde creature before them. In the brilliant light of day Emma was more stunning than Jag first thought. Draygonians were naturally blessed with heightened senses compared to their human counterparts but nothing could have prepared the warrior for seeing the human female in broad daylight. Her blond hair was cut short to frame a round face. It reminded him of the styles the female warriors preferred as it kept them cooler and also from getting caught in things but this particular style seemed more about style than comfort. Blue eyes that matched the shade of the sky were framed by thick dark lashes while Emma’s nose dipped softly before coming to a soft upturn. Her lips were what held Jag’s attention the most. They were soft pink in colour and were full and bow shaped.Golden eyes flickered as they ran over the lit
"So what are we going to do?" Kal asked as he continued to pace.Trying to get through the rest of the day after meeting Emma had been torturous. It had been a surprise for all three Draygonians to find their female but to find that they all had a female had been a bit of a shock. They had known it was possible. Those who were compatible with each other tended to be drawn to each other in one way or another. The fact they had all become best friends and seemed to know what the others were thinking only backed that up. Still, it had left them all a little surprised when they had come across the blonde haired female.On Draygon it wasn’t uncommon for females to have multiple partners. It didn’t always happen and usually it was two or three males. Jag’s mother had only one partner, his father. However Sid&r
“Sid, hey!” Charlotte recovered quickly much to Camille’s relief.Her cheeks felt painfully hot from her blush but Sid was more focused on Charlotte giving Camille time to calm down before those golden eyes were on her. Up close she could see they weren’t just a simple orange colour like pools of fire. There were flecks of gold and thin shards of black that sliced through the fiery colours. Unlike with humans where the sclera was a bluey white, Sid’s were black making the irises appear as if they were hunter’s moons against the inky darkness of the night sky. Oddly the contrast against the soft hue of Sid’s skin wasn’t jarring but rather complimented the exotic shape of his features.“Charlotte. Emma.” Sid smirked, a flash of pearly white fang peeking past lips that sh
It was closing in on midnight when Camille finally found herself outside of the Ark and the apartment building. Before she had even escaped the studio, Camille felt awful for blowing up at Charlotte in the way that she did. Charlotte wasn't doing any of the things Camille had accused her of. In fact, Charlotte was just being a good friend and Camille had overreacted. So, wracked with guilt for not only blowing up at Charlotte but also for a whole list of other reasons, Camille had gone for a walk. Around her central Manhattan was buzzing with life in the same ways it was portrayed in movies. Yellow cabs were bumper to tail as the traffic on the roads were virtually static. The lit up signs of various businesses hung proudly over the sidewalk as thousands of people went about their lives. People headed to dinner or stood outside of bodegas smoking cigarettes, the soft rumble of a train passing underneath joined the chaotic tune of the city.Camille walked for hours, her eyes taking in
When Camille turned towards the voice, she wasn't sure what scared her more; the enormous Draygonian male towering over her or the creature approaching her. It took just a split second for her mind to register that the creature wasn't something she had seen before and it was the size of a large dog. Instead of fur though, it had smooth skin like a snake. Thick muscled legs gave way to giant paws that looked like they belonged on a tiger or lion. The body was similar to a dog with a broad chest, thick neck with what appeared to be gills that opened and closed with each breath and a long thick tail that flicked like a cat's tail would. Its head was equally unusual. Camille had never seen an animal like it. It was similar to the head of a komodo dragon but much larger and the maw was a little stubbier. Two black eyes watched her curiously as the nostrils flared to take in any scents sitting in the air. Whatever it was was a sandy colour with darker spots much like a leopard. The sight
"I told you he was a dick." "I know." Camille sighed, picking at the hem of her sleeves. "If I had known it was his office I would have been quicker about getting out of there.""You learn from your mistakes." Charlotte shrugged and finished applying the dark reddish brown lipstick to her lips. "Now, how do I look?" It was Friday night and Charlotte hadn't let Camille forget for one minute that they were going out. The pink haired girl hadn't stopped regaling Camille with stories from nights at the Silver Dollar (or the watering hole as it was affectionately called). Camille would be lying if she said that she held the same level of enthusiasm as her best friend but the more she was around Charlotte's excited energy, the more it rubbed off on her until she wasn't so petrified of the situation. Before Camille could say no, she found herself in a long sleeved black number made of crushed velvet and barely made it half way down her shapely legs. It reminded a little too much of the gar