As she approached the far cell, the three Kalquorians came into view. They stayed well back from the field that kept them imprisoned in their small, two-bunk cell. Contact with the containment didn’t harm, it simply allowed no escape. The Kalquorians didn’t approach too closely until they were sure Elisa was comfortable in their presence. They seemed determined to show her they offered no threat.
The three large men bowed to her as she neared, as they always did. Ever respectful, their faces nevertheless lit with smiles when they saw she came alone. Elisa returned the smiles.
Captain Dramok Zemos who stood in the middle of his clan said in his wonderfully warm voice, “What a lovely voice you have, Matara Elisa. Some day I hope to hear you sing.”
Elisa couldn’t help but take in the sight of the handsome Zemos. Nearing middle age of the Kalquorian lifespan of 250 years, his black hair had the slightest dusting of gray. His years showed not so much in the few lines of his face, but in the experience that shone in his purple cat-pupil eyes. Maturity lay in Zemos’ attitude more than in his appearance. That aura along with a strong jaw were almost at odds with a face that while unabashedly masculine, still tried to enter the realm of endearing. Zemos couldn’t be called cute, but Elisa had come close to that description more than once in her head.
His well-muscled body, behemoth at what Elisa guessed to be around six-feet-eight, showed no hint of debilitation. The uniform suit he wore, what the aliens called a formsuit, was black and clung to every curve of his carved body. Elisa suspected he and his clanmates washed their clothing in the cell’s small basin, because they managed to look fairly clean. Even Zemos and his Nobek’s boots shined.
Elisa stole a quick glance at the doorway of the guard’s station to make sure Remington hadn’t entered the block yet. Rattling the cart to cover that she spoke, she told Zemos, “I can’t imagine the comments the guards would make if I was to serenade your meal.”
He rewarded her little joke with a grin. The sight stabbed into her heart, and Elisa quickly looked away. She fussed with her limited field disruptor, as if she couldn’t operate the small device’s controls in the dark. It had only one setting and an ON/OFF button.
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