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to her cheeks is gone, and the delicate skin around her eyes appears grey.
A flicker of movement at the edge of my vision catches my attention, and I turn.
It’s the Xargek. It’s round abdomen writhes and pulsates, and I curse in frustration. I pull out a plasma gun and run over to it, firing at its mangled body.
“Rykal,” I yell. “Burn it! It’s about to spill its larvae.”
“On it, boss.” He leaves Zyara’s side and pulls a plasma cannon, setting it to incinerate. I step out of the way as a great blue flare of energy engulfs the Xargek’s corpse.
The smell of burning chitin rises from it, as a swarm of tiny, skittering creatures scatters across the floor. I fire at them, but they disperse like a cloud, disappearing into the vegetation.
“Fuck,” I growl. The Xargek, in a final, irritating act of defiance, has released its offspring. They’re going to be almost impossible to find until they’ve grown larger.
I will not abandon this station until we’ve found and killed each and every one of them. It’s not for the Humans that I’m doing it. It’s for the entire nine galaxies. For the Kordolian empire. We cannot allow the Xargek to gain a foothold in any sector.
And the Humans can’t defend against them on their own. They’re weak.
I activate my comm. “First Division,” I snap, “be aware that our little Xargek problem has now increased by a factor of a hundred. Be alert and exterminate. I want all of them destroyed before we leave this station. As usual, eliminate at all costs. But try not to kill too many Humans in the process. I don’t want to deal with another fucking inquiry from Interspecies Relations.”
Several Kordolian voices filter through my receiver, answering in the affirmative. Satisfied, I turn to Zyara and the Human, who are maneuvering the hover-stretcher away from the scene of destruction. Behind us, the Xargek’s foul-smelling, yellow blood seeps across the floor, vapor rising it as it burns the surface.
We brought them here. Now we have to take care of the problem.
“Our medical bay is this way.” The Human soldier takes the lead, but I hold up a hand.
“No. She comes with us.”
“General?” Zyara’s orange eyes grow wide. “To the ship? But she’s Human.”
Ignoring her, I turn to the female soldier. “Look at her,” I order. “And answer truthfully. Will your Human medicine be able to restore her?”
A look of intense discomfort crosses the Human’s face as she looks down at Abbey’s injuries. “I’m no doctor, General, but I’ve seen injuries like that before. They’ll patch her up here, but she needs to go back to Earth. The trip will take its toll. If she’s lucky, she’ll hold out.”
“Not good enough.” I try to keep the disdain from creeping into my voice. Are these Humans so primitive that they can only provide basic medical care on their outposts? “She comes with us.”
Zyara shoots me a questioning look, but keeps her mouth shut. She knows my word is absolute.
I leave Rykal hunting Xargek larvae in the bushes as we escort Abbey towards the docking bay. Zyara’s given her a painkiller, and she’s drifted off to sleep. She must be in agony, but never once did she complain.
She may have a weak body, but inside she’s tough. What a shame she wasn’t born Kordolian. She would have made a perfect mate.
As we reach Silence, one of the Human mechanics breaks ranks and rushes over to us. I hold the dark-haired female back with one hand, and she flails about desperately. “Stand down,” I tell her. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“She’s my friend,” the Human gasps. “What the fuck have you done to her? Oh my God, Abbey!”
But Abbey’s unresponsive, which seems to work her friend into more of a frenzy. “Let go of me, you asshole!” She says something in some Human language that sounds suspiciously like curse-words. I hold her back with ease, her movements ineffective. She tries to
A flicker of movement at the edge of my vision catches my attention, and I turn.
It’s the Xargek. It’s round abdomen writhes and pulsates, and I curse in frustration. I pull out a plasma gun and run over to it, firing at its mangled body.
“Rykal,” I yell. “Burn it! It’s about to spill its larvae.”
“On it, boss.” He leaves Zyara’s side and pulls a plasma cannon, setting it to incinerate. I step out of the way as a great blue flare of energy engulfs the Xargek’s corpse.
The smell of burning chitin rises from it, as a swarm of tiny, skittering creatures scatters across the floor. I fire at them, but they disperse like a cloud, disappearing into the vegetation.
“Fuck,” I growl. The Xargek, in a final, irritating act of defiance, has released its offspring. They’re going to be almost impossible to find until they’ve grown larger.
I will not abandon this station until we’ve found and killed each and every one of them. It’s not for the Humans that I’m doing it. It’s for the entire nine galaxies. For the Kordolian empire. We cannot allow the Xargek to gain a foothold in any sector.
And the Humans can’t defend against them on their own. They’re weak.
I activate my comm. “First Division,” I snap, “be aware that our little Xargek problem has now increased by a factor of a hundred. Be alert and exterminate. I want all of them destroyed before we leave this station. As usual, eliminate at all costs. But try not to kill too many Humans in the process. I don’t want to deal with another fucking inquiry from Interspecies Relations.”
Several Kordolian voices filter through my receiver, answering in the affirmative. Satisfied, I turn to Zyara and the Human, who are maneuvering the hover-stretcher away from the scene of destruction. Behind us, the Xargek’s foul-smelling, yellow blood seeps across the floor, vapor rising it as it burns the surface.
We brought them here. Now we have to take care of the problem.
“Our medical bay is this way.” The Human soldier takes the lead, but I hold up a hand.
“No. She comes with us.”
“General?” Zyara’s orange eyes grow wide. “To the ship? But she’s Human.”
Ignoring her, I turn to the female soldier. “Look at her,” I order. “And answer truthfully. Will your Human medicine be able to restore her?”
A look of intense discomfort crosses the Human’s face as she looks down at Abbey’s injuries. “I’m no doctor, General, but I’ve seen injuries like that before. They’ll patch her up here, but she needs to go back to Earth. The trip will take its toll. If she’s lucky, she’ll hold out.”
“Not good enough.” I try to keep the disdain from creeping into my voice. Are these Humans so primitive that they can only provide basic medical care on their outposts? “She comes with us.”
Zyara shoots me a questioning look, but keeps her mouth shut. She knows my word is absolute.
I leave Rykal hunting Xargek larvae in the bushes as we escort Abbey towards the docking bay. Zyara’s given her a painkiller, and she’s drifted off to sleep. She must be in agony, but never once did she complain.
She may have a weak body, but inside she’s tough. What a shame she wasn’t born Kordolian. She would have made a perfect mate.
As we reach Silence, one of the Human mechanics breaks ranks and rushes over to us. I hold the dark-haired female back with one hand, and she flails about desperately. “Stand down,” I tell her. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“She’s my friend,” the Human gasps. “What the fuck have you done to her? Oh my God, Abbey!”
But Abbey’s unresponsive, which seems to work her friend into more of a frenzy. “Let go of me, you asshole!” She says something in some Human language that sounds suspiciously like curse-words. I hold her back with ease, her movements ineffective. She tries to
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