Savior (11 page)

The ship shook with another hit as he
ran back to the command. Everyone was getting ready in battle gear,
helmets, and belts so they could add the different light-swords.
Danickra went to Zinoro to find out what he’d missed. “What is
going on?”

Zinoro grinned, and Danickra noted
that his eyes were filled with mischief and excitement. “Finally
I’m going to do something fun on this trip. We are going to beam on
board the Doomickro ship and kill as many as we can.” Chuckling,
Zinoro punched him on the arm. “You will be the one missing out on
all of the fun.” Zinoro pulled out from behind his back his
light-sword. “I feel sorry for you. You have to stay here whilst I
get to go aboard the ship and have all of the fun. But not to
worry. We all know you are still number one leader and the best
fighter, so we’re not worried you’ll go soft.”

Danickra snarled at Zinoro, who
grinned as he continued.

“
Don’t want to put any
pressure on you, but the big thing is you do have a youmnda, and
you are the first male to mate in over forty years.”

Danickra was speechless. He didn’t
know how to respond. He watched the first Green Clan beam out and
so on. It wasn’t until he was alone with his own clan and crew that
he realized the significance of what Zinoro had said. Not only was
he the first Inteli to mate with a human, he was also the first
Inteli to mate in the last forty years. He stood shocked until
another shot rocked the ship. Turning, he growled out his
instructions.

****

Opal sat stunned on the bed afraid to
move. Maybe she should be screaming, but something was different.
She didn’t feel like a kidnapped victim abducted by aliens and now
about to be abducted by different aliens. She felt the ship shake
again as the lights went out, and Heather squealed and grabbed her
hand holding it tight.

“
Gravity has gone, so make
sure you keep hold of the bed.” Dannina patted them. “It’s not
always like this. This is the first attack in about—oh what do you
know? Oh no I remember, years, yes years. They haven’t attacked in
a century since the treaty was signed.”

Uvinya growled. “Don’t worry about
your planet. It is safe in the universe. It is too far away from
the Doomickro. And they don’t bother about our planet anymore
thanks to our special force field. We also have better weapons. Now
I think about it, you, my dear girl,” Uvinya pointed at her. “Will
be one of the most pampered and safest women in the universe.
Danickra’s clan owns the weapons company, and he builds our
ships.”

She paused and seemed to freeze and
then spoke again, but it was so slow and Opal could barely hear it.
She caught snippets. “Ambush … down … shields sixty percent …
boarding … fight.” The last had Opal the most worried as she had
seen what the Doomickro that were attacking the ship looked
like.

Leaning over to Heather Opal whispered
in her ear. “Something is going on. I can’t hear what they’re
saying, can you?”

Heather gave the slightest shake of
her head and gripped her hand tighter. “I can’t believe what is
happening to us. It’s only been a little over a month since we were
kidnapped by the friggin’ aliens, and now we are in a fight for our
life against ugly monster aliens in a universal war. Who the hell
do we root for?”

“
I’m definitely rooting
for the Inteli,” Opal muttered. She was. The Inteli were growing on
her, one Inteli in particular.

The two Inteli women stopped talking
to each other and glared at the two of them. “You need to have
faith in us. We have had a treaty for a century and have not sat
idly and done nothing. We have advanced and made ourselves better
than the Doomickros. We have been war-free for years,” Uvinya
said.

“
I am glad that at least
one of you humans is rooting for us.” Dannina smiled at
her.

Opal blushed knowing that they’d heard
every word that she and Heather had said.

“
How do you do that?
Change color? It’s fascinating,” Uvinya said in wonder. “My youmnda
can’t wait to get his hands on you two.”

Opal gasped. She’d heard about
Uvinya’s mate, the crazy scientist. Cleaning her throat and knowing
she must sound like a squeaky mouse she asked, “Really, why would
your youmnda want to get his hands on us?” Opal knew the reason,
but she wanted to be one hundred percent sure so she knew to avoid
him.

“
He is a scientist. They
do like to discover new things. And he would love to know how you
work.”

Heathers nails dug into her hands, and
they inched away from Uvinya, but the women didn’t seem to notice.
Their focus had changed, and they stared at the wall as it burst
open and two huge ugly creatures came in. The Doomickros. Dannina
and Uvinya shot up off the bed, moving fast to the opposite wall
where they pressed a button and grabbed weapons that looked like a
Star Wars light-sabers.

They threw some smaller light-sabers
on the bed, and Dannina yelled, “Catch.”

Opal and Heather scrambled for the
weapons as the Doomickros came at them.

Holy Crap.
They were going to die.

Chapter
Eleven

The Doomickro had boarded his ship.
He’d put his second in charge at command and run down to the room
that held his mate. Danickra could feel through their link her
terrified state. Along the way he killed as many Doomickro as he
could. How the hell did they know where they were? Had the
Doomickro been exploring and discovered them by accident? That
seemed very unlikely, so now the question needed to be asked. Who
had betrayed them? Surely it could not be one of their own.
Everyone was all for the decision not to become extinct.

Danickra told himself to focus on the
problem at hand and worry about a possible betrayal later. He
arrived at the room and momentarily froze at the sight before him.
The room was full of Doomickros. Dannina, Uvinya, and Cavlar were
fighting with light-swords, but that wasn’t what had him frozen. It
was the sight of his youmnda fighting. Her movements were light,
quick, and graceful. Opal looked a lot like she was dancing. While
her sword movements weren’t fluid she had the sense to use the
weapon to protect herself. Heather was much the same. They used the
small light-swords like an extra body part. Oddly enough, Opal’s
height seemed to work to her advantage as she avoided body parts
and the acid spit.

A Doomickro’s acid spit hit Opal, and
Danickra roared slashing the enemy and gaining their attention.
Danickra felt Doomickro acid spray hit him from behind. Spinning he
turned to an oncoming entourage charging at him. Ripping both long
light-swords from his back holster, he swung them around cutting
the first Doomickros charging at him. Brown pus streamed from their
bodies, and they fell to the ground.

With no time to rest as more Doomickro
came at him, his hard-plated skin took the impact of the acid of
their spit and the green goo that oozed out of them. Danickra
prepared himself to be bombarded as three Doomickro attacked him,
their mouths closing around his body parts. His hard eyelids
lowered to help shield himself from the burning spray that came at
him from all angles.

Giving a war cry he swung out his arms
slicing the Doomickro from his body and out of his pathway.
Danickra’s rage magnified as he heard a gut-reaching scream of pain
from Opal. More determined than ever he finished off the last of
his enemy and went straight to his youmnda.

Uvinya and Dannina were standing in
front of Opal. She held her arm as it sizzled and blood spurted out
from the wound. Heather was pressing all of the buttons on the wall
and yelling at Cavlar, who was finishing off the last of the
Doomickros. Heather screamed at him, telling him he needed to hurry
up so he could help her friend. Two of his soldiers came in to help
fight the remaining Doomickros.

Danickra went to the wall and pushed
Heather out of the way and pressed the correct button for medical
supplies. He went to Opal and berated himself for stupidly leaving
his mate. He should have stayed with her to protect her. He snapped
the blue cylinder with the healing cream in it, squeezing the whole
tube on Opal’s arm. She flinched as the cream cleansed her skin and
sealed in any of her good skin.

Knowing his enemy had been disposed
of, he leaned down to lift Opal only to be stopped and pushed out
of the way by a battered and bruised Heather.

“
What the hell were you
aliens thinking when you kidnapped us from Earth? Taking us away
from everything we have ever known, to be thrown into a universal
fight with the scariest alien creatures that I have ever seen. We
don’t want to be mates. I don’t want to be involved in this. You’ve
hurt my best friend. Take us home now.”

Danickra didn’t have time to listen to
the woman rant. He snarled at Heather, picked her up and moved her
out of the way, and gently lifted Opal with his tail curling it
around her and holding her away from his acid coated
body.

Using his hands he grabbed the sheet
off the bed cleaning his face and body of the chemical. Then
Danickra brought Opal up to his face and kissed her, holding her
still at a distance. As he reluctantly eased away she glared at him
and tried to move out of his hold. Danickra was amazed and praised
the goddesses that his youmnda was still alive. He had no idea his
little human had such potential to be a warrior like that. With the
right training, she had the potential to wield the light-sword
adequately.

“
Do not move. It is hard
to hold you with only my tail. You will make your wounds worse.
Stay still. I am taking you somewhere I do not want to as medical
bay was destroyed.”

Opal raised her eyebrow at him and
opened her mouth to say something but stopped and deflated into his
hold. Relief washed over him. He didn’t want to argue with her. He
wanted to get her to Olrica, which he’d thought he’d never hear
himself say.

Walking through the corridors that
were littered with dead, mostly Doomickros, he sped up when his
spotted Salamanda. He joined them going straight to Heather. They
started arguing, and Danickra chuckled when Salamanda shrugged,
grinned, and threw Heather over his shoulder and continued to
follow him down to the labs.

Danickra stepped over Doomickro’s and
sludges of acid to come to the science base. He opened the panel
quarters and cleared a table, and then he gently placed Opal down.
Olrica looked up annoyed for a moment, but then his eyes widened as
he took in the woman.

Olrica frowned. “You broke them
already? What did I tell you? They are too soft and
breakable.”

Glaring at the idiot, Danickra pushed
Olrica closer to the table not bothering to answer his stupid
question.

Uvinya answered it for him. “Olrica, I
think you are wrong. The humans fought and even killed Doomickros.
The reason we are here is that they can’t handle the puss or the
acid coming from our enemy. It’s eaten through their protective
skin.”

Olrica shook his head. Then he focused
on Heather looking her over before he slowly turned back to Opal.
Danickra watched as Opal gave a dramatic shiver at the calculating
look on Olrica’s face. Danickra moved closer to Opal and growled at
Olrica. He needed him to fix her not kill her so he could dissect
her. Danickra told himself not to kill the man as no one else knew
anything about humans to help his mate.

Opal glared at Olrica and moaned.
“Please tell me you have some brilliant alien technology that will
fix my arm? Or right now I would love some really good pain
medication.”

Danickra bit his tongue as Olrica took
Opal’s hand and gently examined it. Danickra watched his youmnda
clench her jaw, and the water leaked from her eyes
again.

Dannina gasped. “She is leaking again.
She’s sad, upset, and unhappy.”

“
Oh great,” Heather
groaned. “We have been abducted by Idiot aliens.”

Danickra turned to Heather.

“
Of course she’s crying,
you idiots.” Heather let out a big sigh. “Opal’s in pain. So tears
are coming from her eyes. Humans cry when we are in pain.” Her
brows furrowed. “The Inteli don’t cry when you’re in pain or
hurt?”

Danickra shook his head. “What does
leaking from the eyes have to do with pain? If we are in pain we
groan, or in extreme pain we roar. It doesn’t make sense to leak
water.”

Opal groaned then let out a pitiful
roar. She then turned to him. “Is that better? I was crying so I
didn’t complain too much as you think I am weak and fragile.” She
rolled her eyes. “Maybe if you saw that I can handle this,” She
waved her good hand about. “That I wasn’t so fragile after all and
not as breakable as you think, you might let me leave the room
without my body-guard.” She looked behind him and showed her teeth.
“Not that you’re not a great body guard, Cavlar, because you are.
These last couple of days have been awesome. The silence is
fan-fucking-tastic. But it’s just that sometimes women need some
alone time, or they need to talk and not stay in their rooms all
day.”

His eyes shot to her arm, and he saw
the gaping wound. She was fragile, and she was breakable, but she
was also one tough woman, and he was one lucky Inteli.