Galactic

The door next to Drahca opened and a tall dark skinned woman, dressed in a silver colored uniform entered. There was a calm look on her face but he could feel that deep within she was very disturbed. She covered it well but he and all the exiles knew she was not happy.
Her sensual form stopped as she took in the aliens gathered in the room. Drahca noticed something different about her. She stood out from the other humans. There was a silent strength she controlled, which appeared both graceful and powerful. Her soul felt like one of the majestic trees on TOL. He remembered how he loved to coil up under one of them and listen to its roots grow deep into the soil, drinking from the rivers below.
Both his eyes remained locked on her as she stood silently watching the exiles. Instinctively, she knew something wasn't right with these humans.
He instantly wanted to know this human woman.
He felt something rising in him that he hadn't felt in centuries. The sensation, in a human body, was surprisingly pleasant and compelling. He had an intense urge to touch her hair, taste her sweat and smell her butt. It was a natural reaction for a dragon ready to mate. He smelled the pheromones coming from the other males, and some of the females and knew they had detected that innate attractiveness she possessed.
The exiles had stopped searching for the origin of his scent and had turned to greet her with wide smiles.
Bocagh spoke in a very different tone than he had used before, "Captain Fael, is it time to leave?"
After glancing around the room, pausing on the ten exiles standing above the small pods filled with the enormous crystals, she looked him in the eyes and returned the fake smile.
She said, "Yes Bocagh, please inform your people that it's time for them to return to their quarters as we start to take off."