Up to now its only available in German - but, its on the way to be translated by Beatrice. Therefore today I am able to give you an small excerpt:
The story: On the hunt for their archenemies, the Bacanis, five attractive Duocarn alien warriors and their spaceship are stranded near the Kanadian city of Calgary.Their leader Solutosan, like his men, was endowed with extraordinary abilities. Solutosan slowly becomes aware of his erotic attraction to humans. The energetic Aiden manages to win his love.
Even the homosexual warrior Tervenarius admired for the first time by the real-estate agent David. Tervenarius is elusive at first, but David is not discouraged by rejection. The situation is escalating!
The Duocarns suspect that the Bacanis are also on Earth. Though diverted by lusty adventures, the Duocarn warriors search for them unwaveringly.
The Bacanis who landed in Vancouver have less luck than their enemies. With their ruthless, domineering boss Bar, they go on a rampage, consuming and murdering their way into mankind. Bar establishes a drug empire, unaware that his old enemies are silently watching him…
About the author: Pat McCraw wrote short stories all her life. After the death of her husband she began her big “Duocarn” work. Influenced by their youngest daughter and her penchant for fanfiction and yaoi, she created in her erotic fantasy book series fascinating dream-men that make more than one heart beat faster. She lives with her three children and two dogs in the Eifel region in Germany.´
DUOCARNS - THE ARRIVAL
The delicately colored veil between the Eastern and Northern moon of Duonalia moved aside. Solutosan squeezed his eyes shut. There they were! A Bacani spacecraft had tried to use the moon as cover in an effort to escape unseen . The patrol had been worth it after all.
"Chrom, can you see them?" he asked, impatiently.
"No." Chrom’s eyes wandered around on the screen."Damn! Look to the left! "
Solutosan jumped to the main screen and tapped his finger on the left corner. At that moment, the little black dot disappeared for a few seconds then reappeared.
"Do you see them now?"
Chrom finally nodded and his fingers flew over the four keyboards on the main console.
By Vraan! Was the navigator blind today?
Solutosan threw himself into the big swivel chair, his hands tight on his knees. The hunting fever had gripped him. He felt the tension rise among his warriors. Apart from the gentle touch of Chrom’s fingers on the keyboards, it was suddenly eerily quiet in the control room.Xanmeran stepped behind his chair.
"Where in the world do they want to go?" he asked Chrom.
Chrom did not answer, but concentrated further on navigating.Patallia, on his medical console and Tervenarius at communications were holding their breath. As the veil thickened, the Bacani spacecraft appeared only sporadically on their screen. Meanwhile, though, always growing bigger and closer.
"Don’t lose those damn parasites!"
Chrom glanced at him with his violet eyes. Solutosan held his gaze. What were the Bacanis but parasites anyway? And the Duocarns were the exterminators who were hunting this scum without mercy for Eons. Chrom had joined them and now pursued his own species.
“Faster Chrom!” ordered Solutosan. “But keep enough distance! We may have not been discovered yet. We will get them!“
As always, when he was hunting, Solutosan felt tight in his space suit, especially around the neck. That was nonsense, of course. He could have inflated himself in the suit but it would still have fit well and adjust his temperature. For this he was very thankful, because he could feel the heat under his long hair gathering around his neck.
"Holy Vraan!" Chrom had extended his fangs with excitement. "With them zigzagging around like that, I can’t possibly find any target coordinates. Where do they want to go?"
Solutosan didn’t care about the course of the Bacanis. It was ridiculous to assume that their spacecraft would hold up with the speed and armament of his cruiser. He would snap them before their destination!
He clutched the armrests of his chair. "Maybe they think they are clever! But we're faster! "
*******
Aiden shook her long red hair furiously. "How can you do this shit, Ben? For years, we’ve struggled with the city administration and now this?"The collapsed junkie knelt with hunched shoulders in their street worker bus, unable to answer. He was simply too tired and too full.
Aiden looked at him with an angry glance. "People have seen and clearly identified you! The drug-room is located on the Ingra Street, and you leave your garbage right next to the playground!"Doris Bohlen, the most experienced among the Calgary Helpers was wrapped in a red parka. She climbed to Ben on the back seat. "Stop picking on him, Aiden."
She turned to Ben. "Want some tea?" Ben lifted his gaze with his tiny pupils."Oh, damn!" Aiden jumped out of the VW bus. Now she really needed some fresh air. She had long fought for their non-profit association with the authorities to find a place for the homeless, the drunks and the junkies. She and her team had established a small kitchen, where there was something to eat at all times and where people could shower. A small, clean room was also provided for the local drug addicts to consume their drugs. All of that was in danger now.
She trudged around the bus, helpless and angry. "I'll tell you something." Aiden put her head into the side door of the bus. "We are clearing away the rubbish now!"Ben lifted his head with his greasy hair.
"Ben? Let’s go. You will help me. Then I'll call Mr. Martin at the city council and try to calm him down. Let’s go!” Aiden stretched out her hand to Ben.He picked himself up without paying attention to the hand. She opened the driver's door, grabbed some latex gloves and a garbage bag and trotted off with Ben. She did not care whether she was seen with the worst junkie in Calgary. She looked at him sideways. His nose was running. The man was a wreck.
She shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her jacket. For years she had to deal with drunks and broken people –she almost never got to know normal men, except perhaps the pencil pushers she quarreled with over money. Sometimes she was quite fed up with that.The playground was deserted, as Aiden and Ben entered it. The junkie tried to orient himself.
"Now tell me where this stuff is already," she snapped. Indiscriminately, he pointed first to a bench, then to the sand box, and finally in the vicinity of the swing. "Holy shit!" An icy gust of wind whirled her to find the package with a syringe. "You make me crazy, Ben," she snapped. He only nodded resignedly.
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Psal tapped her fingers impatiently on the edge of her keyboard. She wanted to get her claws out: Pok was getting on her last nerve. There he stood again, his bloodshot eyes looking over their control panel, staring at her. "Go to the side, Pok," she hissed to him. "You are covering the screen!"To be the only woman on a spacecraft with a rough gang of Bacanis was really a tough job. But she had accepted the job and fit firmly with the guys.
Psal activated the panoramic view on the screen, because Pok was still not moving."Pok! Don’t get in Psal’s way when she is working! "Finally, Bar, the leader of the gang, stepped in. He had sat behind her, turning on one of the rotating chairs.
Pok finally moved biting his tongue.Psal looked at the screen again. What was that? They zoomed in closer! "We are being pursued!"
Bar jumped up and stood, legs apart, staring at the screen. "I see it! Damn it! One hundred percent the Duocarns!" Krran, his second officer, was immediately at his side."Where to now?" gasped Psal. "If they catch us, we are dead! I've heard that these warriors do not take prisoners!" Her heart pounded as she called up the star maps on the computer.
"You are the navigator!" hissed Bar, turning to her. His fangs were fully extended.Psal’s fingers searched the maps with trembling hands. "The Centaur System! It’s the best choice, close enough! They won’t find us there!"
"What are you waiting for?" creaked Bar. “Set course!"Psals fingers flew over the console. She brought the ship to full speed. To her great fortune, the moons of Duonalia had turned recently, pushing the veil in her direction. Psal tried to delve into it to get more coverage. She did not know how well armed the Duocarns were. Maybe they would even fire on the ship. She looked at her hands and tried to suppress the tremor, because Bar had them in plain view. Betray no weakness, she thought.
Bar now stood beside her. "Can`t we go any faster?""No! We're on maximum speed!" His high-handed posturing got on her nerves."Well you get out there and push, if you want!" she growled.
Bar gnashed his teeth, but did not answer. He turned back, rigid and authoritarian, in front of the main screen. "What's that?" He pointed with the claw to a black, slowly growing area.Psal quickly looked at the maps. "No idea, no records of anything, nothing charted!" The spacecraft was closer to the Duocarns. The cruiser clearly outperformed their ship in size and speed."I do not want to die here! Fly inside there!” roared Bar."What?" she shivered, stunned. "Who knows what that is? Or what is behind it? It could be very dangerous!"
"I do not care!" screamed Bar. "Do you think the Duocarns are harmless?"
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On that flight, he had taken over the communications between the ship and the interstellar space port on Duo-nalia, something that was now of little interest to him. "Duocarn coordinates 1/6.4.90.13bz. Pursuit started." This radio message had to reach the base only once, until they would be able to hijack the Bacani ship and catch the parasites.
Tervenarius smiled grimly, thinking about the hijack-ing. Once again they would see who was faster and stronger: Bacanis with their weapon, claws and fangs or Duocarns with their gifts. He was trained and fast - his opponents would be unable to stand against his toxic fungal spores.
Their ship lurched and swayed as they followed the zigzag course of the fugitives. The Bacanis had a really good navigator; one had to give them that. Their constant immersion in the veil and their maneuvering to avoid the enemy was professional – but it was impossible to take down the warriors especially because Chrom sat at the navigation.
"That's enough!" roared Solutosan. "Shoot them, Chrom! Otherwise they are gone! "
"An anomaly!" panted Chrom. "Too late! They're too close! Far too dangerous! "
Tervenarius stomach made itself more and more un-comfortably noticable. He clung to his console. "Chrom, you will surely not follow them in there?"
He glanced at their navigator, who was staring fixedly with bared fangs at the screen and whose hands were zooming like crazy on the keyboards. "Chrom?" Tervenarius watched in horror as the larger anomaly grew bigger and bigger. The Bacanis had reached it and were in front of the barely recognizable black mass.
"If I countersteer now, we are going to hit the moon!" roared Chrom.
“Ye gods! The Bacanis are really not worth that much!”
"I don’t care! Turn off," thundered Solutosan.
At that moment a monstrous sucking force caught the ship with full power!
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Their space cruiser reeled and staggered leaderless, ex-posed to the gigantic, black force. Solutosan’s insides felt like they were twisting into knots as he watched the main screen flicker and fade. The massive shock wave knocked him out of his seat to which he was clinging with both arms at the last minute. He tried to think clearly, but his brain refused to obey. Helpless on his seat, he turned his head with difficulty. Chrom gripped the control panel with the legs and tried to navigate. How did he do this? He thought infinitely slowly, as the vibration stopped and his brain with a painful jerk in the head came to rest. It seemed as if their ship had plunged sideways in an atmosphere. The droning sound turned into a wild noise. He could feel it with every fiber! An impact was imminent! Solutosan tried to open his mouth to warn the others, but he could not form the words. Chrom was still moving at the console. With a crash, the space cruiser tore a swath into the ground, which declined crunching. The ship screamed shrilly. They probably just lost the lower deck, including the engine room! The sled seemed to have no end. Chrom had managed to fire the braking jets? Finally, finally, the ship came to a shaking standstill.
He freed his cramped arms from the seat and fell to the ground. He crawled back on the chair, gripping the ar-mrests to force his stomach to settle.
He slowly looked around. The control console was aban-doned. "By the gods!" roared Solutosan, “Chrom! Status report!" The little navigator did not answer.
Meodern wedged between the communication console and the wall, choked. Not only the eyes flashed now in a poisonous green, but his face had turned green as well. "Chrom, you Warrantz! Are you insane?"
Groaning to regain self-control, he looked relieved, as the little navigator clambered off the floor pushing his thin butt back into his seat.
"Always me! That was a hell of an anomaly!"
"Shut up! Status Report! We collided somewhere!" Solu-tosan yelled at Chrom to relieve his stress. For his broth-ers, he had no major concerns, for they were indestructible. But to lose the little mortal Bacani navigator would immediately be a total disaster.
"Where are the Bacanis?" Tervenarius bounced up his soft, white body from the ground and clinging to the medical panel to which Patallia was still gripping with both hands.
The physician, his body fully transparent with terror, and his entrails pulsating, stared at the warrior. "Did you not get it, you brainless Flusch? The Bacanis are the least of our problems! We have crashed this box on some planet!" He groaned and felt his bald head. Gradually, his body changed into the familiar white milk color.
"What kind of a planet?" a deep booming voice sounded from the floor at the main control. Xanmeran’s monster-ous red hands surrounded the main console, then, his red bald head appeared; his expression was grim. He heaved his more than two meters tall, muscle-bound body into the air and switched to the on Duonalia usual telepathic understanding. "Where, by Vraan, are we?"
Solutosan moaned, relieved. His men all seemed unhurt, just horribly shaken up. He touched his head again but as a precaution. Yes, everything was fine. Slowly, he slid from his seat. He was still able to stand he thought. Cau-tiously, he stepped to the main console.
Chrom crawled around under it, fumbling and cursing, but succeeded. The control lights on some of the computers blaze back on. With one swing, he jumped back in his chair and tapped at lightning speed on the four keyboards.
"Quiet now!" Snapped Solutosan. "Chrom," The other hunters, all now back on their feet, surrounded them.
Chrom bared his teeth. He sticked in telepathy. "It looks bad! Emergency energy runs, life support is ok, cooling to 50 percent, drive and shields to zero. "
"Camouflage?" He asked insistently. He started to run back and forth in the control room. That felt good and finally calmed his shaken body.
Chrom tipped back around on the keys. "Could still work."
“Positioning?" The locating device had wedged crooked above the console into the dashboard. "Meo"! He gave the warrior with the golden skin a sign. Meodern carefully put the locator back to its rightful place, making sure not to damage any cables.
Chrom watched Meo anxiously, and scratched tufts of hair on his forehead with an extended claw. "I said it at the time of the departure that the thing with the cables was out of date!" With two claws he snapped at the device that stuttered on. "Boss, as far as now, locating is okay."
Solutosan sank back against the wall of the control room. "Well then let's start now," he sighed. "Chrom, where are we?"
The tension in Meodern, Xanmeran, Patallia and Terve-narius rose noticeably. Chrom’s nimble touch was the only sound in the stranded ship.
"I'm afraid." He turned to him. "I'm afraid," Chrom re-peated. "We are fifty thousand and forty-eight light years, three hundred and twelve point eight eons and three terzi off course," he stammered.
"And what does that mean?" roared Xanmeran.
"It means," Solutosan said flatly, "that we are stuck in a completely foreign system!" He further asked, "What are our chances to bring the cruiser afloat again"?
Chrom shook his head slowly. "Zero, chief! Damage report says, the engine room is no longer available! We’ll be demo-lished." A groan went through the ranks. They were stranded!
Now it was time to stay calm and gradually work through the key points. He felt a little draft there, where his metallic space suit was torn at the shoulder, and one of his muscle strands pressed through the hole. This draft did not bode well. Solutosan lifted his head and sniffed. Was there a burning smell? No, no! What was it then? Gradually, his mind became alert that the unusual flow of air could just be the atmosphere of the foreign planet, which had already flowed through the broken-off lower deck in the command center.
"Quick!" Ordered Solutosan. "Measurement of the atmos-phere: oxygen, nitrogen, temperature!"
“21 percent oxygen, nitrogen and 78 percent other. Temperature 234 gran."
"All right," he moaned in relief. Chrom, who was the only mortal on board and needed breathable air felt the dan-ger.
Patallia gasped. "Is this an ice planet, or what?"
Chrom droned on his equipment, typing. "I have some-thing here. The planet has radiations. Looks like satel-lites."
"Can you not get into the system, Chrom?" He asked anxious.
The small Bacani nodded. "Tons of information!" The auxiliary screen showed a variety of flashing lines and marks. This meant that the planet was inhabited and developed.
Solutosan was satisfied. "Well, that's something!
“Away Team: Xanmeran!" The red warrior nodded grimly.
"Meodern!" Meo raised his hand. "You two look around out-side! Handheld measuring devices with you!" The two nodded. “In the meantime we look at the data" Solutosan pointed at the screen, "and try to go in disguise!"
The two trudged to the door. Tervenarius also pushed slowly toward the exit.
"Terv, you stay here!" ordered Solutosan. "We need to check whether your skin can make it there."
Terv pursed his lips, but he nodded. "I'll go check the inventory."
"Good idea!" Solutosan looked over Chrom’s shoulder at the screen with all the information and leaned towards Patallia who still sat like a pillar of salt on his medical panel. "Infiltrating microbes, Pat!" Solutosan stretched out his commanding hand.
Patallia returned to normal. The hellish ride through the anomaly had clearly taken its toll out of him. He opened a compartment under his console, took two small pressure guns and handed it to him. Solutosan pressed the microbes into his neck and put the gun against Chrom’s bony neck. At the pressure of the gun, the navigator hissed angrily.
"Well, then let‘s go!" he said to Chrom.
