Warriors' Providence (Cadi Warriors Book 2)(84)

"I want you." Providence moaned.

"Hey, I thought we didn't have time to play." Dagaa interrupted.

"Busted!" Providence giggled when she saw Dagaa's expression.

"Alright alright." Madhava held up his hands in defeat.

Dagaa crowded into the shower looking eager to join in, his intense gaze raking her up and down. Providence loved the way Dagaa's expression turned feral as passion overwhelmed him.

There was a ping from the other room.

"Shit, that's my communicator." Dagaa groused.

"We better get to the control room." Madhava said as the communicator pinged again.



An hour later Providence was sitting in the control room, in the pilot's seat. Dagaa gave her the controls for the first half of their shift.

"You want me to have someone bring us some food, since we missed first meal?" Madhava asked after reviewing the security reports.

"Well whose fault is that?" Dagaa teased.

"Well as I recall you both are at fault." Providence grinned at them.

"I think if we are laying blame, you fiery warrior are the common denominator here." Madhava said with a quirk of his mouth.

"I agree. Before we met you we were exemplary warriors." Dagaa joined in.

"Oh, so we are ganging up on me, huh?" Providence asked with mock offense.

"No but we will later." Dagaa pinned Providence with that gaze that made her stomach flutter.

Providence shook off her wayward thoughts. They needed to concentrate on the mission at hand.

"I think I'll be fine till lunch, but you guys go ahead and eat if you want."

Providence turned back to the controls although she didn't have to do much since the craft was on autopilot. They were still on course as she glanced at the navigation readout and noted the symbols still matched the ones Dagaa had programmed in. She was getting pretty good at translating the various Cadi symbols, at least the numbers and ones for flight. The buttons on the control panel had new labels written in the Cadi swirly language, much like the tattoo's her men bore on their chest and biceps.

There weren't that many controls that concerned her at the moment. If something approached, and she needed to take the controls, the joystick in front of her was the main instrument she needed to know. The stick would allow her to adjust their pitch and yaw and the acceleration of both. If she needed to roll the behemoth vessel, there was another toggle. But Providence doubted she'd have to do any of that. They weren't flying in a planet's atmosphere or among a debris field, like Dagaa had maneuvered through yesterday, so there was little do other than watch the computer blips.

"I'd like to put this thing to the test when we get back home." Providence commented.

"Like what?" Dagaa asked.

"Oh I don't know. Just see how tight she can maneuver turns. See if I can make it do a barrel roll. Stuff like that."

"It does a pretty good job responding." Dagaa replied. "I'd suggest you give it a try but with the artificial gravity on, the warriors on the rest of the ship might not be amused."

"Yeah that would suck pretty hard to suddenly hit the ceiling when I roll this thing." Providence grimaced at the thought of some poor warrior with his face planted in the metal hull.

An alarm sounded on the control panel and had the three of them quickly looking at the source.

"What is it?" Providence asked as she looked at Dagaa's concerned expression.

"There's an issue in engineering." He said grimly.

"Tytus report! We have an alarm coming from the primary energy cell." Madhava spoke into his communicator.

That did not sound good at all.

"What happens if we lose the primary cell?" Providence asked. She knew what happened if she lost engine power on a plane and it wasn't good.

"We'd be dependent on the secondary cell and would be forced to return home."

The communicator beeped.

"Madhava, Captain, the primary cell is overheating, but I can barely get into the hatch let alone the tunnel to see what is wrong with the coil that cools the cell." Tytus responded sounding stressed.

"Damn those Jurou Biljana. They kept this thing running but barely so." Dagaa cursed.

"Stay here. I'm going to go see if I can help." Madhava said as he got up and marched out.

"I'll go with you." Providence followed.

They needed all the help they could get since the ship had a skeleton crew at best. There was Tytus and his assistant in engineering, the spare pilot, Ashtoret, who rotated shifts with Dagaa, Jorg, the medic, and Stone, who would act as an ambassador when they landed on the Toufik planet.

They reached engineering to find Tytus practically pulling out his hair as he tapped furiously on one of the panels.