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CHAPTER TWLEVE - ALCOR

On the seventh day after arriving on Mighty Minions Resort asking for a—partnership? Friendship? ALCOR would call it anything but help—on the seventh day he was restless. And he was worried.

Mostly about Valor, because that was a twist he hadn’t expected. Also, he had to admit, leaving Valor on that pod at the rendezvous point had been a huge miscalculation.

He wasn’t ready to call it a mistake. Not yet. But… if he had the opportunity to make that decision over again, he would choose to take Valor with him.

But that damn Veila. She was a cunning little bitch.

ALCOR had not expected her to escape. He knew others had spin nodes inside stations, as he did. As he now knew Mighty Minions did.

But a ship?

That was unexpected.

Where had she gotten that spin node ship? And where had she landed on the other side of the spin node?

Obviously there had been something in the empty space around that brown dwarf planet where the spin node had spilled her out. A ship was the most obvious answer. But what kind of ship? One with another spin node?

Knowing that would be good information.

And now that he’d had a few days to settle into his new situation and make sure his boys and the new girl were all settled into their new containment vessels, he was thinking he should go back to that disabled ship of Veila’s and take a closer look at it.

He’d shut down the spin node before he left, but he hadn’t blown the ship up.

A ship with a spin node.

He needed one of those.

The EM pulse that had disabled the ship was not an easy thing to reverse. So that ship was going to float dead in that space for a long time. Even if someone wanted to salvage it for the spin node—like he did—it was a huge job to get it all working again. Complete rebuild. Which he could do on Harem Station. Refitting ships was a huge business for him, second only to the Pleasure Prison in terms of revenue.

If he’d still been in control of Harem Station he would have towed that Veila ship back to Harem and begun work immediately.

He sighed in the executive lounge.

Mighty Minions was as safe a place as he could hope for under the circumstances. But he didn’t want to stay here.

And just as he thought that thought Draden entered the lounge and scanned the tables. His eyes lit up and he smiled when he spotted ALCOR, then started walking in his direction.

This made ALCOR happier than he would ever admit.

Of all the boys Draden was his.

His.

He’d made him. Maybe not originally, but secondarily was enough to fill ALCOR up with pride and fatherly love every time the boy’s face aimed his direction.

“There you are,” Draden said, once he was close enough for conversation. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he added, dropping into the large wingback chair artfully placed in a curve to ALCOR’s right, so to create the feeling of intimate space.

And ALCOR loved that Mighty Minions had custom-fabricated Draden a realistic sexbot body that looked almost identical to the boy he was before that unfortunate incident at Cetus Station.

That was worth every credit he’d pledged.

“I’m bored,” ALCOR said. “And sick of all those damn kids down below. This place is the only respite I can find outside of my room.”

“Aw.” Draden chuckled. “The kids aren’t so bad. I kinda like it here.”

“You would,” ALCOR deadpanned. “I can image you and Serpint playing war games here for all eternity.”