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then repeated what Shardantin had said. "That may be our& " Tren paused. "& their final
intention."
"Well aren't we a miss pissy pants," Sydney mumbled.
There were a few chuckles from those in the room who understood the Earth language.
Shardantin, who did not, wrinkled her brow at Tren.
"I think I will censor your words from here on in, Tina Sydney." Tren said. Turning to
look at Shardantin, he shrugged as if to say he didn't understand what Sydney had said, but there
was a smirk on his lips that he couldn't hide hinting that he knew otherwise. Shardantin's eyes
narrowed but she decided to let it go.
"The bioscan readouts confirm that the detainee is not only a virgin but free of Brit's
Scorn. Quarantine on Tertia is lifted."
A collective sigh of relief from the small gathering who were witnessing filled the air as
Tren repeated the news in English.
"Wow!" Sydney exclaimed. "Does that mean everybody gets a cookie?"
Rjant, who'd been quietly standing by, burst into laughter. Shardantin growled a
reprimand at him, and then pivoted to glare at Calem and Arjim, who were chuckling as well.
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They sobered immediately.
As for Sydney, she didn't see what was so damned funny. She was beginning to become
quite irritable at all of this, and oh snap, she was really starting to become extremely bloated!
Behind her Arjim sniffed. Another was followed by Calem, and Sydney nearly wrenched her
neck as she turned to glare at them.
"Do I smell!" she snarled.
Arjim's lips turned up into a seductive grin. "Pleasantly."
Sydney's gaze dropped to the crotch of the Tertian uniform pants he now wore. He had a
hard-on. Her attention shifted to Calem's bulging groin. Uh-huh, he had a hard-on too.
"That's a little ill-timed, don't you think?" Sydney whispered. She gave them a sidelong
glance, and was suddenly distracted by the aphrodisiac effects of their blending scents. A throb
of yearning began prodding her insides. Talk about ill-timed. She was getting horny in the
middle of her own trial.
Her eyes shifted upward to Calem's face, and then darted toward Arjim's and again back
to Calem's face, each time passing over the two guards between her mates as if they weren't even
there. Concern was clear in their expression, and yet, she could still see, still sense the passion
and love and longing they held for her. Momentarily she forgot her whereabouts, desire burning
in her soul, capturing her heart. As much as she loved and wanted them in the past, Sydney
ached, yearned for them even more powerfully now than ever before, and she was terrified, so,
so terrified that this might truly be the day that her link to them would be eternally terminated.
Be careful what you wish for& haunting words reflecting what she'd spend most of her
life fighting to gain.
"Vige, ahe tcidin," Shardantin's foreign words jerked Sydney backed to reality, and she
turned away from her mates to face the woman. Sydney glared at her.
"Their longing for her and hers for them is apparent, Flomink," Tren addressed one of the
Allegiance representatives rather than speaking to Shardantin.
"Desire is not the same as endearment, and still not proof," a burly man with corkscrew
beard returned. Flomink, Sydney presumed, the spokesmen of the assembly. "Present the
violations against Tertia," he said.
Rjant stepped closer to Sydney. This time he interpreted as Tren presented the Tertian
charges originally place one her, before they were aware of who she was.
"Civil violations are as follows," Tren began. "Trespassing on ancient protected territory
and debauching the protected customs and tribes of ancient habitats."
"Oh great," Sydney winced as she shook her head. "Now I'm corrupting the poor,
innocent indigents. How can one person be so evil? I'm the spawn of the very devil himself."
"Fear not, She' mana." Calem leaned forward and whispered to her. "Our Commander
will grant leniency."
"Your crimes are punishable," Tren continued. "With no less than a life sentence in a
location determined by deliberation of the adjudicators present at this trial."
"What!" Alea started forward, but was held back by a Tertian warrior. "Tren!"
"Well, you were right on target with that assumption." Sydney glared at Calem.
Agitated, she slowly turned her head to face forward again, and found herself almost nose
to nose with a very perturbed-looking Shardantin.
"Ty ista ehbu lediskr ahf arseglistn ae neust," the woman blathered.
Sydney blew out an exasperated breath directly into her face, uncaring if it was even rude
or stinky. What part of I don't understand the language was this woman not getting? She
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blinked at Shardantin who blinked back. The room became eerily silent.
"We will kill before we allow the Allegiance to harm you, our heart." Arjim growled, his
voice low and threatening.
"Good," Sydney whispered in return. Evidently they were deciding her future, and it
didn't appear to include living. "I'm really not in the mood to be dead today."
Flomink spoke again to the rest of the Allegiance council while tapping on table in front
of him. He then picked up a paper-thin rectangular device. He stared at it briefly and then
passed it along to the others at the table, each taking a turn tapping on it. It then occurred to
Sydney that the object was likely a virtual touch tablet that they documenting the proceedings on.
"Gace all nith abfrede she?" Flomink looked directly at Sydney.
"The Allegiance asks if you have anything to say in your own defense." Rjant deciphered.
Sydney gulped, her stomach flipping nervously. What in snap crapping hell could she
say?
"Uh& um& It wasn t my fault?" Wonderful, Sydney, she chastised herself. You finally
get to defend yourself and that's all you have to say?
Abandoning any leeway for interpretation Shardantin began a speech of gibberish that
left Sydney confused and causing the buzz in the tent to steadily escalate. Tren responded in
short retorts that became increasing louder until he and Shardantin became engaged in a full-
blown shouting match.
The men on the screen began blurting words of their own, and Alea started to yammer
what sounded like a protest, likely in Allegiance Proper, since Sydney didn't have an inkling as
to what she was saying. The murmurs in the room grew even louder as Calem and Arjim fought
against their restraints shoving their bodies into the guards on either side of them and forcing a
struggle to subdue them, causing them to receive another dose of jolting that left them yelping
once again in pain.
Oh this can't be good. Sydney gave Rjant a worried look, while behind her Calem and
Rjant continued to push at their guards and bellowing out angry words despite the zapping they
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