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M'yote.
Something really bad was going down. Especially when the entire audience and both sparring partners focused upon my descent. I just watched my step. Literally. Until stepping onto the arena's hard stone surface. I slid my gaze to M'yote's brilliant blue eyes and wondered what had taken place before my arrival.
Rather, what my arrival entailed at all.
Something based on the audience's reaction.
What?
Flonn claimed a position at my side and crossed his enormous arms.
His arms hanging free now, M'yote slid his gaze from the !Dakos warrior to me and grimaced. “You mated with him?"
How did he know? And did I have to answer? Did I owe him an answer? Whatever. “I wasn't given a choice.” That much was true.
"You don't have to answer him, Theone,” Flonn rumbled.
The other man, taller than M'yote and bulkier like a !Dakos, chuckled with gusto and anchored a you-cuckolded-fool look on my blue superior officer. “So you lost her before you claimed her. Same old story, little brother, eh?"
Solvun? He didn't wield the head full of braids M'yote wore, instead a tousle of shoulder-kissing light brown hair laced with golden hairs. Mussed from his activities I'd missed before my arrival. And his face was more human than M'yote's elongated features.
Could I trust Solvun?
Although, my gut didn't speak for Flonn when he shoved me against a wall. He simply felt like a sweetheart and tasted damned good. Steak and great sex. Gotta commend him for that little treat. So went the job perks of a spy. Albeit, the occupational hazards remain to be seen beyond Earth's protective atmosphere.
Another cyborg hopped down from the eight-foot tall stone wall surrounding the arena and stepped between Solvun and M'yote.
Bad began to blare on my radar again.
Maybe the warning was from the newcomer's metal plate he wore covering one side of his head? Was it an indication the !Dakos suffered injuries? From fighting? Great. And his twisted grimace only made me want to hunker behind Flonn.
I had no weapons. Just my brain. And a weak Earth brain just didn't seem a weapon that would hold up against any of these monsters. Mr. Ribeye included. He'd already proven I was putty for his hands the minute I stepped into his personal space.
The newcomer roared like a lion.
Not good. Everything M'yote said began falling into place. This cyborg was a beast. A beast, eye-balling me.
Maybe I should look for the newcomer's weakness?
The beast wore the same silver pants as Flonn, a vest-shaped chunk of sheet metal molded to fit his chest and back—armor, and a metal cuff that covered each lower arm from wrist to elbow. Who knows how he got massive forearm to squeeze into those cuffs. Aside from the fact Solvun wore something more akin to camouflage, no male appeared similar in much of any way. Nor did any of them wield any weapons. But why would prisoners have weapons. The fact the !Dakos didn't need them said a lot for the strength of that species of cyborg.
I needed a weapon.
Something painful and frightening.
Something akin to death.
Something to keep the beast at a distance.
Or at least something to make me feel better.
Flonn suddenly hopped into a rage and leapt at the scary cyborg.
Okay. Not good.
M'yote quickly caught me by the arm. “This plan is going bad fast."
Solvun stood laughing at M'yote. “You think she can protect you?"
Although Solvun's quip was meant to insult my blue friend, I knew I could make a good attempt at kicking Solvun's smart ass given I had to. “Why are Flonn and the other !Dakos warriors fighting?"
"Flonn has been told he can't have you by the !Dakos sovereign council. He's fighting to keep you."
If Flonn appeared the weaker, I'd worry. But the way these cyborgs matched each other blow for blow, we'd be here all day. “Alright. We need to give them plenty of room."
M'yote tried to back me away.
Solvun intervened, ramming a fist into M'yote's jaw.
M'yote's head slung to the right, his
M'yote.
Something really bad was going down. Especially when the entire audience and both sparring partners focused upon my descent. I just watched my step. Literally. Until stepping onto the arena's hard stone surface. I slid my gaze to M'yote's brilliant blue eyes and wondered what had taken place before my arrival.
Rather, what my arrival entailed at all.
Something based on the audience's reaction.
What?
Flonn claimed a position at my side and crossed his enormous arms.
His arms hanging free now, M'yote slid his gaze from the !Dakos warrior to me and grimaced. “You mated with him?"
How did he know? And did I have to answer? Did I owe him an answer? Whatever. “I wasn't given a choice.” That much was true.
"You don't have to answer him, Theone,” Flonn rumbled.
The other man, taller than M'yote and bulkier like a !Dakos, chuckled with gusto and anchored a you-cuckolded-fool look on my blue superior officer. “So you lost her before you claimed her. Same old story, little brother, eh?"
Solvun? He didn't wield the head full of braids M'yote wore, instead a tousle of shoulder-kissing light brown hair laced with golden hairs. Mussed from his activities I'd missed before my arrival. And his face was more human than M'yote's elongated features.
Could I trust Solvun?
Although, my gut didn't speak for Flonn when he shoved me against a wall. He simply felt like a sweetheart and tasted damned good. Steak and great sex. Gotta commend him for that little treat. So went the job perks of a spy. Albeit, the occupational hazards remain to be seen beyond Earth's protective atmosphere.
Another cyborg hopped down from the eight-foot tall stone wall surrounding the arena and stepped between Solvun and M'yote.
Bad began to blare on my radar again.
Maybe the warning was from the newcomer's metal plate he wore covering one side of his head? Was it an indication the !Dakos suffered injuries? From fighting? Great. And his twisted grimace only made me want to hunker behind Flonn.
I had no weapons. Just my brain. And a weak Earth brain just didn't seem a weapon that would hold up against any of these monsters. Mr. Ribeye included. He'd already proven I was putty for his hands the minute I stepped into his personal space.
The newcomer roared like a lion.
Not good. Everything M'yote said began falling into place. This cyborg was a beast. A beast, eye-balling me.
Maybe I should look for the newcomer's weakness?
The beast wore the same silver pants as Flonn, a vest-shaped chunk of sheet metal molded to fit his chest and back—armor, and a metal cuff that covered each lower arm from wrist to elbow. Who knows how he got massive forearm to squeeze into those cuffs. Aside from the fact Solvun wore something more akin to camouflage, no male appeared similar in much of any way. Nor did any of them wield any weapons. But why would prisoners have weapons. The fact the !Dakos didn't need them said a lot for the strength of that species of cyborg.
I needed a weapon.
Something painful and frightening.
Something akin to death.
Something to keep the beast at a distance.
Or at least something to make me feel better.
Flonn suddenly hopped into a rage and leapt at the scary cyborg.
Okay. Not good.
M'yote quickly caught me by the arm. “This plan is going bad fast."
Solvun stood laughing at M'yote. “You think she can protect you?"
Although Solvun's quip was meant to insult my blue friend, I knew I could make a good attempt at kicking Solvun's smart ass given I had to. “Why are Flonn and the other !Dakos warriors fighting?"
"Flonn has been told he can't have you by the !Dakos sovereign council. He's fighting to keep you."
If Flonn appeared the weaker, I'd worry. But the way these cyborgs matched each other blow for blow, we'd be here all day. “Alright. We need to give them plenty of room."
M'yote tried to back me away.
Solvun intervened, ramming a fist into M'yote's jaw.
M'yote's head slung to the right, his
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