Friday Fiver Challenge

Five clues about a character in the Kalquor universe. Can you name this person?

1. Here come the judge, here come the judge.

2. No, that's not a room. That's my closet.

3. I like the badly behaved ones. Sweet is nice, but not quite my style.

4. That one's not really my type. Does she have a sister?

5. I may not embarrass my clanmates in front of other potential clanmates, but it's awfully tempting.

Who am I?

TBT: Clan, Honor, and Empire

Instant attraction...

“Dr. Flencik, wait.”

The Imdiko turned to see Rajhir hurrying after him.  Flencik tried to steady his suddenly thudding heart at the sight of the Dramok coming.  It wasn’t easy when the councilman’s aide offered him a smile that he couldn’t help but answer.  Rajhir was an extremely handsome man, one he’d felt an instant attraction for.  That strong jaw, those long, elegant lines of his face ... Rajhir turned heads not because of his stature but because he was so damned good to look at.

Flencik held no hope that the dashing stunner had come after him for personal reasons.  Despite enjoying seeing the man heading his way, the Imdiko hoped that Ospar hadn’t come up with something new to add to his covert assignment.  Flencik felt he was in over his head as it was.

Dreading what Rajhir might say, Flencik asked, “Did we forget something?”

The Dramok shook his long, sleek hair back as he reached him.  “No.  I thought I’d walk you to the in-house transport.”

Flencik’s mouth dropped open before he could stop it.  “Oh.  Thanks.”

He flushed, hearing the unadulterated pleasure in his own tone.  Blushing only increased his embarrassment.  Rajhir’s good looks and confident bearing kept flustering the Imdiko.  It didn’t help that the aide’s shirt and trousers, while not showy, were well-cut to show off a strong, perfectly proportioned body.  It gave Flencik all sorts of decadent thoughts.  By the ancestors, Rajhir looked better than any man had a right to.

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WIP Wednesday - Maryam

A request Dramok Kels should refuse...but can't.

“What would my friend and the empire ask of us?”

                “It’s big, Kels. We’ve found a compatible species to breed with.”

                Kels’s heart nearly stopped. For a moment he couldn’t breathe. A compatible species? A sign of hope as Kalquorians teetered on the brink of extinction?

                “Mother of All! Is this true?” he burst out when he could speak. “The entire empire must be celebrating! Of all times for me to be away!”

                “It’s a miracle, isn’t it? But it’s also a closely guarded secret for the moment.”

                “What? Why?”

                “It’s the Earthers. Earther women have been proven capable of carrying our children.”

                Kels’s earlier vision of Maryam—on her knees, offering him pleasure—erupted in his mind’s eye. His voice was raspy when he told Sebast, “There’s an Earther female on this station.”

                “I know. You’ve seen her?”

                “I’ve met her. She’s been playing chaperone to Briel these past days.”

                Excitement colored Sebast’s voice. “That’s brilliant, Kels! Exactly what we needed to happen!”

                “I take it you’d like me to invite her to come home with us?”

                The pause that followed was so long, Kels thought they’d been disconnected. Just as he was about to check, Sebast spoke. “You can start with an invitation.”

                Kels sensed a dark undercurrent to his friend’s tone. “Start with it? Then what, bribery?”

                “If you must. If that doesn’t work—Kels, the order came from highest reaches of the government. One of the ruling committees of the council I’m not on, or perhaps even the Imperial Clan itself. We must have any Earther women we can lay hands on.”

                It was Kels’s turn to be silent. Surely Sebast wasn’t telling him to take Maryam to Kalquor by force?

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