Aid'ian's Doctrine

Chapter V


The Black fighter sat in the landing bay fueling for the long flight to Mea when Nola arrived. She had never come to this part of the ship where the larger aircrafts docked. The ship was the size of a small city and could house up to 300 comfortably. Nola was in awe of its size.

She smiled thinking of the long flight and Aid’ian. Perhaps on this trip, she could gain his favor; she had special attire for the occasion, all designed to make him notice her. Nola walked up the ramp when she heard her father and his two bodyguards approaching. She did not wish to talk to him again, about what happened to Pria’ne. They were friends and Loki knew this. Loki saw her disappear into the ship. He knew she was hiding something.


Tro’net and his three friends sat in the middle section of the seating area for the take-off. Captain Ron’zen stood beside them with the Second and giving him information on those that needed supervision while he was at Mea. The Second nodded and walked from the ship.

Tro’net growled. “We are not younglings that require your shadowing.”

The Captain grunted and walked away from them and towards the doors of the elevator to take him to the bridge.

Tro’net smiled at his friends. “They are all like him.” Tro’net clicked.

Breeker and Leedo stared at Nola as she walked down the right side of the middle aisle towards the back. Tro’net growled at her. She ignored him and continued to the back row of seats. She knew that Aid’ian and his ranking officers would sit here. She smoothed down her dress and waited for him to come.


Loki was next to come down the aisle speaking with one of his bodyguards until he saw Tro’net.

“How is your father these days?”

Tro’net kept his anger hidden. “I have not seen him in a while.”

Loki grunted and folded his arms across his chest. “And why is that, he is a well liked Yautja.”

Tro’net smiled with no meaning behind it. “I am traveling and I have not been home.”

Loki looked at him. “I hear differently. I hear your father is upset with your behavior and using his good name to bully others.”

“Well if you know that why are you asking?” Tro’net met Loki’s glare with aggression.

Loki smiled. “I have armor bigger and tougher then you.”

“Is it as old and rusty as you are too?”

Loki chuckled. “You want none of Loki Tro’net.”


Breeker and Leedo watched the bodyguards while Iger was plotting his escape if violence occurred. He was a coward and only thought of himself. Tro’net had to bring him; he was the pilot.

“Well we will never know that Loki because of your shadows.”

Nola could hear Tro’net disrespect her father but she did not care, she was busy making herself perfect.

“I can see why your father request will be met.” Loki continued down the aisle and sat two rows behind Tro’net’s group.

What request from his father? He could only think of the death threat that his father hung over his head everytime he saw him. He had to make this right. He did not wish to die and if he had She’bach’s daughter as his mate his father would not kill him. His survival depended on his ability to woo Santana.


Janvee hugged Santana again purring as she did so. They were almost the same height. Janvee was a small female and most were amazed she produced fifteen children not counting Santana. She currently held the next child cuddled in her womb.

“Have an adventure like you always wanted.”

She’bach grunted. “Not that adventure where you mate with the first male who touched you.”

Santana’s body heat rose as she quickly looked at Aid’ian and then back at her parents.

Janvee sighed. “She’bach”

Santana smiled at his grunt.

“Now I know it is very warm, so do not panic when you see the clothing.”

Now Santana looked worried.

She’bach sighed and rolled his eyes. “Now she is worried.”

Janvee held onto She’bach as a wave of nausea came over her. She looked up at Santana. “I love you.”


All they saw was a flash of blue robes as Janvee ran back into her room. Santana looked up at She’bach.

“She will be fine.”

“But she is really sick.”

“She is always sick with every pregnancy.”


Santana could hear her vomiting as She’bach talked about the reward after all her sickness. The sound of Janvee vomiting did not disturb the Warrior General. Aid’ian stood there motionless beside Santana.

“You should get to the ship it is a long flight to Mea.”

Santana yelled goodbye to her mother. Janvee’s hand came around the corner, waved, and then just as quickly disappeared. She’bach chuckled and gathered her in his arms for a hug. Santana held him tightly when he purred.

“Have an adventure.” He whispered in Ooman language that he taught her for her birth mother’s sake.

Santana turned her head to kiss his cheek before they parted. She’bach smiled at her smiling back at him. “I’ll take care of Janvee no need to worry.”

“I do not when you are here.” She walked towards the door. Aid’ian nodded to She’bach and followed her out.


Santana looked back at him. “Cri says the ship is fast.”

Aid’ian took two steps and was close behind her, almost touching. “Would you feel better if I sat beside you?”

She turned around and they stopped walking. “If you think that would be best.”

Aid’ian stared down into her eyes. “Would you like that?”

She stared up into his light blue eyes and whispered a yes.

Aid’ian moved closer. “Do you wish for an adventure Santana?”


The sounds of footsteps and impatience reached Aid’ian’s ears. The General only moved his eyes to see one of the pilots standing there, Elta. He hated Elta from the moment he was born. They were born on the same day, same time, and same ship.

Elta knew of the General’s hatred and stayed clear of him most of the time; but he was the lowest ranking pilot and they usually sent him to inform Aid’ian when it was close to departure.

He lowered his head. “We are ready for departure General.”

Aid’ian growled and Elta backed away and then when he had enough distance between he and Aid’ian he turned and quickly walked away.

Santana closed her eyes and let his growling vibrate her body. Aid’ian looked down at her. Santana breathed in his raw scent, which seemed to get stronger by the second.

“Let us go to the ship.”


Aid’ian removed the communication device from his wrist when he saw the Second waiting in the landing bay. He handed it to the Yautja.

“I will be with you shortly.”

Santana nodded and walked up the ramp while Aid’ian spoke with the second.

Tro’net saw her approaching. He watched her body naturally sway as she walked. His body reacted to her soft curves and generous breasts that bounced with her steps. Purple was definitely her color. He thought watching some of her long hairs get lost between her breasts.

Santana picked one row up from Tro’net. She stared at the seat. There had to be at least five different security straps to put on. She had no idea what went with what. Santana sat down and began putting on the straps. Tro’net was beside her in an instant. Santana turned towards him. He smiled.

“Do you need some help?”

Santana raised an eyebrow when his eyes roamed over her. “No I can figure it out.”

Tro’net moved closer. “Well the first strap is wrong that connects below.” He lowered his hand down towards the long slit of her dress to reach under it. Santana was not paying attention to him.


Aid’ian’s strong hand suddenly grabbed his wrist; he forced his palm back in the wrong direction with only his thumb. His muscled body covered Santana as he stared at Tro’net.

“This is your only warning.”

Tro’net grimaced as Aid’ian applied more pressure then released him. The Elder’s son held his wrist and moved back to his seat. Aid’ian slowly pulled back. Santana stared at him as he reached down between her legs and touched the soft skin on her inner thighs.

Nola angrily did her straps. How can he want the healer’s daughter she was not worthy of him.


Loki closed his eyes as the ship began its pre launch procedures. With any luck in Mea, He could find Nola a mate or lose her in the desert as Meh’gah suggested. Loki smiled.

Santana gasped at the room she walked into; surely, it was for Elder’s mate or daughter. She noticed her things were already in the room. Santana ran her hands through her hair and turned to see Aid’ian and Ron’zen standing there watching her.


The three of them sat at a small table in her room to go over the crews needs medically. Aid’ian watched her as she and Ron’zen went over every member of the army medical records. Of course, she knew them; she regularly helped She’bach tend to them. She smiled at something Ron’zen said about Cri being allergic to everything.

Aid’ian remained silent sitting beside Ron’zen across from her. Santana looked over at the general when the Captain was not looking at her. Aid’ian dropped his eyes to her breasts Santana’s body heat increased and she turned back to the Captian.

The session lasted about thirty minutes and Ron’zen took his leave, hitting the button to close the door as he left.

Aid’ian walked towards her. Heat from the top of her head to the tips of her toes came over her body when he stood directly in front of her.

He lowered his lips to hers. “I hope Ron’zen’s assessments are good.”

Yes he is always right.”

Aid’ian rested his hands on her hips. Santana slightly closed her eyes as he pulled her to his chest. “Santana please join me for breakfast in my room.”

“Okay”

He took her hand and led her to the door.


Tro’net stood there holding his hand and looking at Aid’ian and Santana.

“It seems the General has caused an injury.”

Santana only had to look at it to tell it was just a sprain. “It is just a sprain.”


He could feel the General’s anger growing. Maybe he would crack and Santana would see that he was too aggressive to be anyone’s mate.

“Can you wrap it for me?”

Santana nodded and walked back into her room when Aid’ian released her hand. The General advanced towards him.

“You do and she will have to spend most of the trip healing me.”

Aid’ian kept coming. “Not if you are dead.”

Tro’net crinkled his brow. “You have no claim over her.” Tro’net backed as he clicked.

“I will have her and you will be dead if you try to interfere with me.”

Tro’net smiled. “I am not so easily swayed. She is too beautiful and her body calls to me.”

Aid’ian cracked his huge fist in front of Tro’net’s face. “So does yours.”


The Elder’s son stepped back even more. By the time, Santana returned he was in the half way down the hallway with Aid’ian standing beside her door. She quickly wrapped his hand. Tro’net smiled a down at her breasts as she worked. Aid’ian growled and Tro’net looked elsewhere.

“Thank you and I wish to apologize if I overstepped my boundaries earlier.”

Santana smiled at him. “I assume you know where they are now.”

Aid’ian smiled at Tro’net as Santana spoke the words. He was surprised she would say that but did not let it show. Aid’ian took her hand and led her down the hall.


She was definitely the type of mate he needed, Strong, extremely beautiful, intelligent, desired by others, and She’bach’s daughter. He would sire many children from her and his father would forgive him. He did not want to die and if he had to, he would fight the General for her.