She put her hand on her stomach. "Why do I feel--"
Caoimhe came over and put her hand on Eleanors. "I had them administer a post-intercourse birth control treatment. Just in case."
"I... But it has been a few hours."
Caoimhe nodded. "They saw no sign of conception, but I wanted to be sure."
The physician chimed in. "That is why you're sore. You will have a cycle for the next few days." He glanced at Caoimhe. "It was probably the best option, for you will seem in pain, as one would expect after the requested procedure."
Eleanor blinked, letting everything process.
"So I wasn't repaired, as he put it?"
The physician shook his head. "I could not, in good consciousness, force a procedure on you like that."
"I don't know if I should hug you both or hit you," Eleanor said.
"I would prefer a hug," Caoimhe said. "I am still angry with you for not speaking to me about this. We could have come up with an option other than you just engaging with a random soldier. You should be giving that part of yourself to someone important."
"Did you?" Eleanor raised her eyebrow.
"That is a discussion for another time," she said. She turned to the doctor. "How long will she need to stay here?"
"I think she will be able to return to her suite today, but I do not think she needs to be leaving her room for at least a week."
And did the doctor just wink?
Eleanor felt like her life had been saved in the strangest way.
Maybe.
Regardless, Caoimhe had probably saved her life.
How in the world would she repay her for that?
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Jedriek crossed his arms over his wide chest.
One of the largest Rhimodian Cyborgs, his sheer size was enough to intimidate. He knew that because he intimidated many humanoids.
This time, his job was to make sure the buyers did not attempt to get away with anything.
Disguised Serenity remained the best place to take their wares in trade with other systems. Since the Rhimodians were not part of any particular government in the galaxy, they had no recourse but themselves, and places like Disguised Serenity were their best outlets.
As far as the Galactic Alliance was concerned, the Rhimodians were a colonizing species looking for places to live.
Which was enough of the basics of it.
They left their homeworld and looked for a new place to live. The Sol system had what they needed to survive. Not everything, but it had enough that they could make trades with others to get what they needed.
He glanced around the storefront they were in with their trades. Small stores, with displays and markets in the walkways. It started probably as crew quarters or some such, and the street was merely the wide hallway. After all, they were in a hollowed-out and rebuilt generation ship.
Disguised Serenity was all about recycling.
The entire station was abandoned ships. The lattice work of large cruisers and bulk freighters all patched together to make the now large, junk-pile-looking place that was Disguised Serenity.
In the distance, he could see a new section being attached to one of the ships.
