30 yr. old Secretary of Defense of the Northern Alliance, Brad Avery, stood with his back pressed against the closed door of the airlock
Raina Doll, 27 yr. old high priestess of The Church, and soon to be Mrs. Brad Avery, lay senseless and still in his strong arms
A Cray of unknown age was standing in front of them and, having picked up the three apples, was holding them out as if to give them back
"Don’t do it Brad!" came the sharp, and very recognizable voice of a human female. "Don’t take the apples from 86." the voice commanded
"Dara! You’re OK?" he exclaimed. "Yes, of course I am! Bloo wouldn’t hurt me; we’ve been visiting." she replied. "Bloo meet Brad Avery."
So it was true! Dara Branson was the human connection to the Cray, and to their . . what? . .their king Cray 300; "Bloo" to his human friend?
Bloo stepped forward & the other Cray retreated a respectful distance. Brad noticed that Dara, nearly 70, still held one blue hand in hers
Towering over Brad, Bloo began to speak through the translator. Brad heard: "Cray 47 is safely back with his family. He is well."
“Our mission is not served by harming these humans nor by returning their gift without cause” he intoned. “They will go back immediately!”
Bloo then looked down at Dara, who smiled broadly, released his hand and joined Brad and the awakening Raina in the opening airlock
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