Medea: Part 4
Her face wasn’t as nice. Her features were strong, though they suited her personality, but he just couldn’t think of her face as lovely. The Queens he had seen before were slight, with delicate features and plump lips. Helena had a long nose, with narrow nostrils framed by large sensory pits. Her lips were thin and dry and not at all kissable. Those creepy eyes turned and looked directly at him, narrowing. She lifts her hairless brows as if to ask ‘what?’
Shit.
“What are those suits made out of?” He asks quickly.
Helena frowns, “It is a synthetic fabric that is heat resistant and durable enough to withstand the sandstorms.”
She leans forward, close to his face. “Go sit with your friends Colonel,” she hisses softly. Her breath was foul, like sour milk and rancid meat. “If you want me to glean anything from him, I’d prefer you not within proximity.”
John got it and fought back the strong urge to gag. Didn’t Wraith brush their teeth? No. No, he didn’t think so, not with the way those nasty fangs looked. Like a fucking shark from hell.
He obligingly shuffles over to the other side of the small cave. He could hear Helena’s voice behind him, the soft wavering murmur between her and Todd. She had gotten to work fast. That was good.
“What’d she get on you about?” Jennifer asks.
“Looking at her tits.”
“She’s a Wraith.” Rodney states, as if disgusted.
“So? They have all the same parts. Don’t they?”
“Actually…” Jennifer starts to say before John cuts her off with a “You know, never mind, I really don’t want to know.”
“It’s the males who are more different.” She finishes with a hidden grin and a light blush. “Well, Todd is at least.”
“What?” Rodney gasps, “How do you know?”
“I’ve had to examine him, Rodney. Woolsey’s orders.”
“Did you really have to look…down there?”
John bit back a snort of laughter.
“With his past history of hiding weapons, yeah, I did Rodney. Trust me; I wouldn’t want that anywhere near me.” She assures him.
“You’ve know these humans long?” Helena asks, glancing over to the group across from them.
Todd’s answer was a low, thrumming, “Mmhm.”
She sighs inwardly. She had only managed to get one or two word answers from him so far. Her Overseer had been talkative and very open. The memory triggered a knot in her stomach to rise to her throat, almost choking her. Helena, not in her years would she have considered that her day would be spent sharing a cave with a Commander and a trio of humans.
The change in emotion seemed to have drawn his attention. “You feel loss over possible rivals?” He asks her, his head tilted every so slightly in her direction.
“I have not been chosen in over a decade, I doubt I’d ever see…have seen them as rivals.” She says sharply.
“So you would waste the resource you could bring to our race to become a Keeper?”
She narrows her eyes. “I’d rather live my life with purpose and not be some ignorant, pampered, brood Queen.”
Todd gave the Wraith equivalent of an eye roll, “Is that what your Overseer has been feeding you?” He chuckles hoarsely, “He must have wanted you to himself.”
“He would never.” She hisses, leaning towards him with her teeth bared.
“A proper Overseer can negotiate for the worst of females.” He says flatly, not flinching under her aggressive display. It was all a load of hot air, and he had seen it far more times than he cared to count. Only the old Queens posed a threat, for they were taught in the proper manner. These young females were far too soft, too domesticated.
Helena wrinkles her nose and slumps back in her spot. She could not think of a biting comeback and she did not know him well enough to find what would hurt him most. “How far is it to the gate?” She asks finally.
“At a human’s pace, a four hour walk.”
Shit.
“What are those suits made out of?” He asks quickly.
Helena frowns, “It is a synthetic fabric that is heat resistant and durable enough to withstand the sandstorms.”
She leans forward, close to his face. “Go sit with your friends Colonel,” she hisses softly. Her breath was foul, like sour milk and rancid meat. “If you want me to glean anything from him, I’d prefer you not within proximity.”
John got it and fought back the strong urge to gag. Didn’t Wraith brush their teeth? No. No, he didn’t think so, not with the way those nasty fangs looked. Like a fucking shark from hell.
He obligingly shuffles over to the other side of the small cave. He could hear Helena’s voice behind him, the soft wavering murmur between her and Todd. She had gotten to work fast. That was good.
“What’d she get on you about?” Jennifer asks.
“Looking at her tits.”
“She’s a Wraith.” Rodney states, as if disgusted.
“So? They have all the same parts. Don’t they?”
“Actually…” Jennifer starts to say before John cuts her off with a “You know, never mind, I really don’t want to know.”
“It’s the males who are more different.” She finishes with a hidden grin and a light blush. “Well, Todd is at least.”
“What?” Rodney gasps, “How do you know?”
“I’ve had to examine him, Rodney. Woolsey’s orders.”
“Did you really have to look…down there?”
John bit back a snort of laughter.
“With his past history of hiding weapons, yeah, I did Rodney. Trust me; I wouldn’t want that anywhere near me.” She assures him.
“You’ve know these humans long?” Helena asks, glancing over to the group across from them.
Todd’s answer was a low, thrumming, “Mmhm.”
She sighs inwardly. She had only managed to get one or two word answers from him so far. Her Overseer had been talkative and very open. The memory triggered a knot in her stomach to rise to her throat, almost choking her. Helena, not in her years would she have considered that her day would be spent sharing a cave with a Commander and a trio of humans.
The change in emotion seemed to have drawn his attention. “You feel loss over possible rivals?” He asks her, his head tilted every so slightly in her direction.
“I have not been chosen in over a decade, I doubt I’d ever see…have seen them as rivals.” She says sharply.
“So you would waste the resource you could bring to our race to become a Keeper?”
She narrows her eyes. “I’d rather live my life with purpose and not be some ignorant, pampered, brood Queen.”
Todd gave the Wraith equivalent of an eye roll, “Is that what your Overseer has been feeding you?” He chuckles hoarsely, “He must have wanted you to himself.”
“He would never.” She hisses, leaning towards him with her teeth bared.
“A proper Overseer can negotiate for the worst of females.” He says flatly, not flinching under her aggressive display. It was all a load of hot air, and he had seen it far more times than he cared to count. Only the old Queens posed a threat, for they were taught in the proper manner. These young females were far too soft, too domesticated.
Helena wrinkles her nose and slumps back in her spot. She could not think of a biting comeback and she did not know him well enough to find what would hurt him most. “How far is it to the gate?” She asks finally.
“At a human’s pace, a four hour walk.”