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one who speaks or reads Prime.” She started forward once more, found the Prime words for the engine room and followed the correct tunnel. “Besides, I couldn’t risk my men. By the way, I do hope you’ve turned off the self-destruct. There are now two squadrons of Alliance battlecruisers lying immediately outside the danger zone waiting for the all clear.”
“Can you give it now?” Wulf’s voice was calmer, not as snarly and filled with anger as before.
She wasn’t sure why she could read this man’s moods so easily, but she could. And why in the hell did it make her feel calm that he was calm? She’d never made it a practice to worry about any man’s moods.
“There’s something blocking external communications,” she explained as she cautiously approached an access panel to a hallway labeled the weapons deck. “We tried to hail you before we boarded the ship.”
Wulf’s curses came across the speakers clearly. The growl was back in his voice.
Mel laughed. “Those are some new words for me. I learned your language from ancient texts. My contemporary colloquial knowledge of your language is lacking, I’m afraid. I caught bhau , balls or testicles, but what is ansu ?”
“You don’t need to know,” growled Wulf. “It is not—”
Iolyn laughed and cut his brother’s next, undoubtedly sexist, remark off. “In your language, the closest translation is ‘devil.’”
“ Ansu bhau . Devil’s balls.” She grinned. “Can’t wait to use it on an Antarean.”
“You will never get near an Antarean, if I have anything to say about it,” bellowed Wulf.
Staying alert to her surroundings, she wondered why Wulf sounded so possessive, because that was how she read his voice. And since when could she read voices? Her psi abilities usually only worked when she was in close proximity with the person she read.
Maybe his emotions were stronger and traveled farther. She mentally shrugged.
“Well, it’s a good thing that I answer only to the Alliance Military Command, then, isn’t it?” She stopped and opened her senses wide, seeking another presence in the tunnel ahead. “Besides, I killed two Antareans just over sixty hours ago—and wounded and left to die two Erians in this tunnel. They’re dead. I’m not. ‘Nuff said.” She raised a hand to the camera and signaled for silence just in case Wulf felt the need to holler at her again. Something wasn’t right in the tunnel ahead. She hand-signaled asking for a recon report. Two clicks came over the speaker.
Thank God, the Prime still used their old hand signals. She’d remember to thank her father for letting her read all his Prime military finds. They were coming in very useful.
She raised two fingers to confirm.
The two clicks sounded again.
Two pirates dead ahead—and they weren’t dead. She could feel their life signs. Well, shit.
Spotting a ladder to the right, she looked up. Ooh, goodie, handholds for zero gravity.
Holstering her pistol, she wiped the knife blade on her uniform pants leg and then gripped the handle between her teeth as she climbed silently up the ladder. Once she reached the handholds, she climbed like an upside-down-monkey along the tunnel’s ceiling, halting just as the corner was reached.
Peeking around the corner, she spotted the two men. They’d obviously heard her talking, and now they awaited her. The good news was, they were merely humanoids.
The bad thing was they looked meaner than shit. Oh well, the bigger and nastier they were, the harder they fell. A laser shot to the head of the big one would even the odds.
She’d have to drop and fight the second one, since the initial advantage of surprise would be lost when she made her position known.
Taking her pistol out, she zeroed in on the forehead of the big blonde man.
* * * *
“What is she doing?” Wulf lunged toward the access panel that led to the tunnels and would have ripped it off its hinges if his brothers hadn’t held him
“Can you give it now?” Wulf’s voice was calmer, not as snarly and filled with anger as before.
She wasn’t sure why she could read this man’s moods so easily, but she could. And why in the hell did it make her feel calm that he was calm? She’d never made it a practice to worry about any man’s moods.
“There’s something blocking external communications,” she explained as she cautiously approached an access panel to a hallway labeled the weapons deck. “We tried to hail you before we boarded the ship.”
Wulf’s curses came across the speakers clearly. The growl was back in his voice.
Mel laughed. “Those are some new words for me. I learned your language from ancient texts. My contemporary colloquial knowledge of your language is lacking, I’m afraid. I caught bhau , balls or testicles, but what is ansu ?”
“You don’t need to know,” growled Wulf. “It is not—”
Iolyn laughed and cut his brother’s next, undoubtedly sexist, remark off. “In your language, the closest translation is ‘devil.’”
“ Ansu bhau . Devil’s balls.” She grinned. “Can’t wait to use it on an Antarean.”
“You will never get near an Antarean, if I have anything to say about it,” bellowed Wulf.
Staying alert to her surroundings, she wondered why Wulf sounded so possessive, because that was how she read his voice. And since when could she read voices? Her psi abilities usually only worked when she was in close proximity with the person she read.
Maybe his emotions were stronger and traveled farther. She mentally shrugged.
“Well, it’s a good thing that I answer only to the Alliance Military Command, then, isn’t it?” She stopped and opened her senses wide, seeking another presence in the tunnel ahead. “Besides, I killed two Antareans just over sixty hours ago—and wounded and left to die two Erians in this tunnel. They’re dead. I’m not. ‘Nuff said.” She raised a hand to the camera and signaled for silence just in case Wulf felt the need to holler at her again. Something wasn’t right in the tunnel ahead. She hand-signaled asking for a recon report. Two clicks came over the speaker.
Thank God, the Prime still used their old hand signals. She’d remember to thank her father for letting her read all his Prime military finds. They were coming in very useful.
She raised two fingers to confirm.
The two clicks sounded again.
Two pirates dead ahead—and they weren’t dead. She could feel their life signs. Well, shit.
Spotting a ladder to the right, she looked up. Ooh, goodie, handholds for zero gravity.
Holstering her pistol, she wiped the knife blade on her uniform pants leg and then gripped the handle between her teeth as she climbed silently up the ladder. Once she reached the handholds, she climbed like an upside-down-monkey along the tunnel’s ceiling, halting just as the corner was reached.
Peeking around the corner, she spotted the two men. They’d obviously heard her talking, and now they awaited her. The good news was, they were merely humanoids.
The bad thing was they looked meaner than shit. Oh well, the bigger and nastier they were, the harder they fell. A laser shot to the head of the big one would even the odds.
She’d have to drop and fight the second one, since the initial advantage of surprise would be lost when she made her position known.
Taking her pistol out, she zeroed in on the forehead of the big blonde man.
* * * *
“What is she doing?” Wulf lunged toward the access panel that led to the tunnels and would have ripped it off its hinges if his brothers hadn’t held him
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