HOW TO CHOOSE A GAIIAN IN SEVEN DAYS (LOVE, GAIIANS, AND MONSTERS #1) BY WENDY SPARROW – eBook Details Online
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6 Earthen months later
Mari watched the last coupling link connect.
A ship-wide thunk sounded as the Beagle-2230 docked in the infamous
port—again.
Yes. They were here. Again. Mari did a quick shimmying “off to play in
Bogarta” dance.
Stopping at the lab’s window, she peered out it—her nose smudging the
glass.
In all her years traveling, she’d never seen a town as “alive” as Bogarta.
From one end to the next, there was always something happening—even on
the docks. The port itself wasn’t just a berth where you set your ship. Hells
no. A bustling trade took place right on the dock. It was fascinating to watch
and build stories about all the people.
Below her window, a Rivullian and a Sopharian haggled over a case of
explosive spurs. The Rivullian gestured emphatically at the case of shiny
spurs, but the Sopharian was playing it cool and pretending to consider it…
like a boss. Take it away. I will find shinier spurs to explode my enemies
with.
Mari had never thrown a spur, explosive or otherwise. There wasn’t much
cause in the regular run of an exploratory ship’s day. She wanted to.
Farther on, cloaked Aecors wandered around. They stared at the
exploratory ship. Hmm. Suspicious. Aecors were shady characters, often in
the industry of piracy or smuggling.
A nearby Gaiian shouted at the Aecors, and they practically ran.
It was good to be back here. Again.
Bogarta port called to her, more than any of the other ports where they’d
docked during her six months with the Beagle-2230. They’d be here an
entire week. She couldn’t wait. That proved how badass Mari was—she
wanted to spend a wild week on a planet renowned for its lack of native
plant life.
Bogarta port traded in a multitude of flora—plant life which was
frequently outside the Prime Allegiance regulations, but the planet didn’t
support crops. The planet Casa, where the port resided, was entirely a
saltland. No soil or sand, just salt. No oceans or lakes—salt as far as the eye
could see. The planet’s salt produced a breathable atmosphere, but only
under the exact conditions found on Casa.
Outside the enormous trading outpost, the saltland was dotted with
thousands of round, glassed domes. Deep pockets of water found in aquifers
below the salt were pumped to the surface and used for these hydroponic
greenhouses—only a few of which grew food crops. Some crops grown in
them were for medications or fuel. Other harvests were less wholesome, or
so she’d heard.
As a xenobotanist, Mari would have loved to examine the hydroponic
greenhouses, but they were fully automated. The clans running Bogarta
weren’t into farming so much as sustaining a profit and stocking what
couldn’t be found in Allegiance-regulated ports.
Ships stopped here to trade items of a dubious origin, arrange for jobs
with vicious characters, and possibly to indulge in a little vice. There was a
strict rule against flesh trade here: higher-sentience lifeforms could not be
sold or bought for sex, slavery, or consumption, and Gaiian clans were
ruthless about enforcing it
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