“Fine,” Olmed said.
Because this trip just kept getting better and better.
Upon arrival, they were ushered into a medical station where a medic, Duke, had given Olmed his inoculations and ran several scans while they did whatever they did for the Intergalactic Dating Agency.
This whole mess was getting worse and worse. Now he was helping out Dhomhes, that thing he didn’t want to ever come to pass.
He should have known better.
Now he needed to acquire a scanner so he could find any stabilizers.
Olmed noticed where the medic stored his equipment.
There were several scanners lying on the nearby table, and while the last thing Olmed needed to do was steal, he wasn’t about to try and buy a scanner in the open market.
He felt a fool that he hadn’t seen this coming. He knew there had to be a catch. If there was any part of him, no matter how tiny, that had wanted to find a mate for the right reasons, that was squashed as soon as he saw the incoming transmission from Dhomhes.
The only reason he was picked for this rather than another miner was that someone wanted something from him.
Though really, Olmed shouldn’t have been surprised.
Which made him wonder if they’d even be able to find him a mate. And the female would be stuck in the middle of this without any knowledge. He’d have to let her go back to her life because she wouldn’t get what she was looking for. He disliked the idea of deceiving her. No one liked to be lied to.
It did not sit well with him.
The door to the medical bay opened, and a woman with pink skin walked in.
While everyone looked at her, Olmed grabbed a scanner and shoved it in his pocket.
“Hello, gentlemen.” She crossed the clinic and stopped right in front of them, a tablet in her hand, and she slid her fingers over the device, her gaze darting from the tablet to them and back.
“How was the travel?” she asked.
“Fine,” Erzo said. “How are you today?”
“Lovely, thank you."
“I would say so,” Erzo said, his gaze running over her.
Phares glared at him. “Knock it off.”
“You flatter me,” she said. “I am Re-lee. I hope you are ready to begin this journey with me. I welcome you all formally to the Intergalactic Dating Agency.” Her voice shifted to a professional tone, and she tapped on her tablet.
“How does this work?” Olmed asked, because he didn’t understand. Especially since he wasn’t here for honest reasons. “Some of us have biological indicators if we have found a mate. In our species, it is believed they are fated from the stars.”
She smiled at him. “Yes, that one true mate, the one who will balance you and bring you the harmony for your connection, is a powerful indicator of compatibility.” She spoke about it wistfully like it was this incredibly romantic notion.
Truly, it just meant that they were alone until that one person is thrown into their path. If one never meets anyone, then they cannot have that connection with anyone.
“But how, though?” Olmed asked as he crossed his arms. How would they be able to find this person, when Olmed had not. He hadn’t been looking, either, but it didn’t matter either way.
"Fated mates, especially those who are triggered by biological markers, have matching markers in their mates. We simply find those matching markers and bring you together with that person.”
He wasn’t buying it, because there wasn’t a way a computer could determine who his perfect mate was.
The more he was here, the more he was sure this was a bad idea. If they wanted him to take a job, like looking into these thefts, then he should have just been asked.
Not this haze of meeting a mate.
