Voland: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Warriors of Orba Book 3)

by Zara Zenia

  “Hey guys,” Voland steps in. “Let’s not get irate. We're all in shock, tired, and hungry but there must be a way we can bargain with the humans.”

  “I agree,” Draygus looks to us all. “I assume, if they weren’t reasonable, they would have attacked us by now, but it seems as though we are blending in, and they don’t see us as a threat. Maybe they'll just accept our money. Let’s put together what we all have.”

  “I have nothing,” I shrug.

  “Me neither.”

  “I also have nothing,” Jarick shakes his head. “We have, after all, just survived a crash.”

  “Hmmm….” Draygus pinches the bridge of his nose in thought. “I don’t have anything either.”

  “I do,” a little voice at the back comes forward.

  Victorinth is clinging onto her brother’s arm with one hand and showing us some Rigel Credits with the other.

  “How did you manage that?” I look down at her.

  “A girl has her secrets,” she smiles. “I only have seven credits, though,” she frowns. “Will that be enough?”

  “I suppose we'll find out.” Voland takes them from her hand. “Let us see what we can do.”

  It’s very strange and terrifying as we walk around the shop, picking things up and feeling at them with our fingers. Some things look more like weapons than food, while others look rather appetizing. There is one type of food that I enjoy the smell of more than the others. It comes in a bunch of fingers and is yellow. Looking somewhat like an oversized hand, I wonder for a while if it has been taken from a large, yellow animal that resides on this planet. Yet as I inspect it closely, I find it has no circulatory system or nerve endings.

  “Do you suppose these hands can hold things?” I show a couple bunches to Draygus.

  “I am just as unsure as you are,” he frowns. “Perhaps they are not even hands.”

  “Hmmm…”

  Regardless of whether they are real fingers or not, I do greatly enjoy the smell. It is naturally fragrant, with undertones of health, vitality, and strength. I have the feeling that if I eat enough of these, I will be very strong.

  In the distance, I see the others picking out foods they think they’ll like. Victorinth seems to have picked up vast amounts of small things in colorful boxes, while Voland, being as sensible as ever, has looked at what the humans have been wandering around with and is copying them.

  “This,” he shows me a giant object under his arm. “I think this will sustain us somewhat. Many of the humans are buying these, and look,” he points to the layer of fat around it. “It’s a form of animal, and therefore, will give us protein.”

  I nod, fascinated by everyone’s different choices.

  “I think it’s time we try to buy these,” Draygus ushers us to a long line of humans who are putting all their items onto a rubber conveyor belt.

  “This seems very inefficient, standing around all day waiting to buy things. There are so many people in front of us, we’ll be here for some time,” I complain.

  “I hear ya, kid,” a voice comes from behind me.

  I spin around and see a rotund female. At least, I think she is a female, because she has sculpted those strange spindles from the top of her upper lid, and also has bright red lips that shimmer and catch the light. She gives me a slight smile.

  “I hate shopping,” she agrees, rolling her eyes.

  I’m dumbfounded, and so is the crew. It would seem we have blended in so well, the humans have begun to communicate with us.

  “Well done,” Victorinth mouths silently to me.

  Despite the amount of people ahead of us, their items are scanned through a laser device with tremendous speed, then placed into bags. The human then carries them away to consume them with vigor, I can only assume.

  It isn’t long until our items have reached the human who is doing the scanning. I can’t help but worry that she will interrogate us as we approach, but to my surprise, she does no such thing.

  “Good evening,” she says as she slides our items over the laser.

  It isn’t long until she is finished and she stares at all six of us in turn.

  “And how will you be paying today? Cash or card?” she focuses her eyes on Draygus, as he is obviously the oldest.

  “Er… Rigel Credits,” he says.

  “Uh?” the woman screws up her face. “What did you say?”

  “We’ll be paying today with Rigel Credits.”

  I can tell Draygus is nervous, but he’s trying his best. I can’t imagine how scared he is. Looking at him, I try to give him a look of encouragement, and he stares back at me with a worried expression on his face.

  “It’ll be fine,” Victorinth whispers.

  Meanwhile, the female, the gatekeeper of the food, is still looking at us strangely. She glances at the Credits in Draygus’ hand and then looks up at him.

  “Sir… can you wait a moment please?” she stands up from her seat. “I need to speak to my manager.” And with that, she disappears behind a door at the end of the shop.

  “Are we in trouble?” I ask.

  “I think so,” Draygus sighs.

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  Chapter 1-Urie

  “Ok troops, we’re cleared for landing.”

  “Roger that,” a crackled voice came through my earpiece. “Brace yourself. It's going to be a bumpy landing.”

  Traversing through a planet’s atmosphere is always a tumultuous experience. Often there are vast temperature fluctuations that can create chills across your skin. They are so frigid it can feel as though your limbs could snap with the cold. Other times, the descent to a planet can be raging hot with temperatures so high blisters would form across our bodies if it weren’t for our protective suits.

  This landing was not to be any easier. One thing you have to get used to is the speed in which you plummet to the ground. It sends shock waves through your body as the velocity batters off your organs. You have no choice but to grit your teeth and grip your fingers into the armrest to steady your body as it tumbles through the air at the speed of light.

  I looked across the craft to the ship’s pilot. As per usual, he was taking it in stride, his face steady and stoic with a grim determination pursing his lips together. He focused on the screen in front of him, ready to maneuver the ship at the precise moment. His eyes were steely and gray with concentration. He turned his head at the last minute and touched his fingers to his temples.

  “Ready captain,” his voice came through my earpiece once again.

  Up here, in the ship amongst the stars, you can be within an arm’s reach of one another but still not hear a word. Outer space speaks its own deafening language of crashing space debris and chaos. To remove one’s earpiece is to hear nothing but static and jarring metallic chattering. Up here, without our earpieces, we would go crazy.

  “I hear ya,” I saluted the pilot. “When you’re ready.”

  He nodded at me then returned his eyes to the screen.

  “3.”

  He pulled the lever beside him.

  “2.”

  He spun the wheel.

  “1!”

  His voice bellowed as he swung the ship into a steep decline. It roared downward, the air gushing past the windows with such ferocity, I wondered if the glass would break. But it never, ever broke. I’d traveled to other planets a thousand times with this pilot and never, had a single thing gone wrong. He was the best and that was why he was my pilot.

  Wild turbulence shook the ship from side to side as we plunged our way down further and further into the atmosphere. Then, out of the stardust and clouds came the ground. It loomed up at us, red and barren. I could see the force of our approaching ship kick up the arid sand into a dusty tempest as we landed. Then the loud crash came, cacophonous like thunder and at
last, everything was still.

  The sand drifted across the windshield as I got my bearings. My heart thudded hard in my chest and I held a hand to my stomach, took a deep breath, then unlocked the belt that had been holding me into my seat.

  I watched as the dust settled and fell around the ship. It was night time but the stars were bright and they illuminated each particle with a glittering radiance. Through the gritty mist, figures began to form on the horizon. They appeared to be growing, coming closer with every passing second. Then they were upon us, my troops, coming to retrieve their leader.

  The side door was flung open and the smell of a new land permeated the cabin. The troops were eager to show me their alliance, saluting me the moment they saw my face.

  “Our leader,” the biggest one said. “We don’t have much time. We need to transport you to the battlefield immediately.”

  “Yes,” I stepped out of my chair and looked out the open door. “We must hurry.”

  As I placed an intrepid foot down on the alien soil, I felt the excitement of a new world with all its new smells and textures. But it was not to be my new home, nor was it to be a place I would have the chance to explore. Rather, I was here to save it from invading forces.

  The X’Sorians… The bastards. They are a fascist race, one hell bent on conquering what is not theirs. They arrived on this planet with the intention of invading it, of taking it away from our system but that was not to happen. I had arrived to fight back and with my reinforcements by my side, we would soon defeat them. As I was taken from the ship to the battlefield, my Shocktrooper Elite Force surrounding me, I had fire in my heart, a burning desire to crush the X’Sorians.

  “Tell me,” I pointed into the distance as I addressed the nearest lieutenant. “How many are there?”

  His expression was grim but honest.

  “There are thousands,” he bowed his head. “Too many to count.”

  His words sent a shiver down into my gut.

  “Ok,” I held a clenched fist to my chest. “It does not matter how many there are, what matters is the quality of the warrior. We are the finest, we are the best. Isn’t that so?” I bellowed.

  “Yes!” they roared back.

  “We are the best because you are our leader,” said the lieutenant.

  “Thank you,” I touched a hand to his shoulder. “Your loyalty will never be forgotten.”

  In a convoy, we drove fast across the desert with the sound of missiles and explosions becoming louder as we traversed the arid landscape. The battlefield soon came into view with the bright lights of the bombs blinding me. I held my arm over my face to shield my vision.

  “They are desperate,” the lieutenant spoke at my right side. “They are taking extreme measures and if I may be permitted to express my opinion, I would say that means they are scared. They are not confident in their own fighting skills so they have resorted to blustering bombs.”

  “You are right,” I turned to him. “They may be scared but I also think they are powerful,” I leaned in closer to him. “Don’t spread the word, but I think… I think, we will need to ready ourselves for a colossal fight.”

  He looked worried, pulled back and blinked at me.

  “It’s true. This will not be as easy as the others but we are strong and you must remember that every challenge changes you for the better. It makes you tougher, stronger, a more valiant warrior.”

  “What doesn’t challenge you, doesn’t change you,” he thought out loud as he glanced at the upcoming battlefield.

  “My thoughts exactly,” I slapped the side of his arm. “You have been trained well.”

  The truck screeched to a halt on the edge of the field. My gun was by my side with my sword secured tightly in the sheath on my belt and my lucky club secured to a strap around my waist. I thought of everything we had to fight for and took a deep breath. I was ready.

  “Troops,” I stood up, hanging from the side of the open door with my rifle hanging from my shoulder. “We must advance!”

  The battle cries roared in my ears as we ran. The X'Sorians, mighty people almost twice our size, were fearless and angry. It had been so long since I had seen one in person and there was a flutter of fear in my chest as I looked up at the nearest one and saw the look on his face; dark, twisted, sadistic. He was here for the love of death, for the lust for power. His muscles rippled as he waved his ax above his head, his skin red and glistening with sweat. The ax crashed down on the ground beside me and I rolled to escape it, tumbling across the ground as I fired shots up to him. I swung my club and saw as it connected with the side of his head. He bore his teeth at me in rage. They were sharp, dripping in the blood of his victims but I’d hit him square in the chest with my barrage of bullets and he was wounded, screeching in agony. As he staggered from one foot to the other, he stumbled to the ground, but not before he pulled a grenade from the strap across the chest and yanked the pin out with his teeth.

  He threw it at me and I glared wide-eyed as it landed a few inches from my face. I ran, sprinting for my life as it exploded behind me, sending a cascade of X’Sorian parts scattering around me.

  “Advance!” I yelled to my Shocktroopers.

  Now that my first taste of battle had taken place I was truly ready to fight. I wiped the X’Sorian warrior’s blood from my eyes and ran forward, shooting every red being that stood in my way. No matter their size, no matter their will to win, I tackled them. The fighting was desperate with every X’Sorian slain, a Shocktrooper going down beside him. Manic firing and hand to hand combat plagued the field as our bodies became quickly exhausted.

  Soon, we were in the center of the battlefield with no way out but to fight our way to freedom and safety. If we ever wanted to return home, see our friends and families and take a breath of Ura-Than air again, we had to win.

  The bayonet of my rifle was deep into X’Sorian flesh when I felt it, the rumble in the ground. Then it happened so fast I blinked and it was over. My fellow soldiers were on the ground, lying damaged and in pain on the blood covered soil. Psionic attacks… I had heard the X'Sorians were capable of such a feat but I had never experienced it before, but then… why wasn’t I affected like the others? As I glanced around in horror I saw I was untouched, unlike my brethren who were pained and near death on the ground. What was left of my Shocktrooper Elite closed ranks around me and we proceeded.

  We attacked once more, working as a solid unit but once again, as soon as we neared the X’Sorian Elite Squad, my troops were held back, pushed against the ground with a psionic force. All I could do was watch as I stood tall, unaffected by the mysterious rays of psychic attack.

  “Advance!” I screamed.

  The troops who could, stood up defiant and we carried on pushing our way through the hordes of X’Sorian slave warriors. But again, there was the force. It rung in my ears and made the ground tremble as it shook the airwaves. My troops were sent flying back, scattering amongst the fallen corpses of other soldiers. Yet again, I stood without being harmed.

  All I could do was push through and do it alone. Immune to their psionic attacks, I persevered, running with all my might with my sword drawn, swiping at each enemy that came close. It wasn’t long until I had fought my way through the crowds of brutes that were so intent on seeing me dead. Then the slave warriors were gone and it was just the Elite Squad facing me. Once more, they sent out a psionic attack but I lunged at them, swinging my sword until all their heads rolled and there was no one else but me and the enemy commander.

  He looked at me with shock and horror etched across his face. I could see his hand quivering by his side. The man, who I expected to be as intimidating as his soldiers, was shriveled and old, crouched down below me with a meager pistol in his hand. Judging from the fear in his eyes, it looked as though he never fought but rather, left the dirty work to his men.

  “Be- be quick,” he stammered. “If you must kill me, do it now.”

  I narrowed my eyes.

  “With plea
sure.”

  There was a slicing noise, the severing of his spinal column and then he fell like his troops, headless and defeated. A silence reigned across the battlefield. It shrouded the war zone in an eerie sadness. The smell of blood rose from the ground, soaking into my clothes, my hair, and my skin. The smell of death never left you but at least it faded before the memories did.

  The enemy commander’s head lay at my feet. If it weren’t for the fact it wasn’t attached to his body you’d think he was asleep. I picked it up by the dry, bristly, yellow hair and held it in front of me. To be so close up to an X’Sorian was a peculiar experience. I ran a finger over his cheek, felt the red skin with the coarse hair. I looked at his flat nose that was so different in shape and size to mine. I wondered if his experience of life had been so different to my own.

  In front of me stood a sand dune littered with rocks and dead bodies. Blood ran down one side of it, viscous and crimson. With the head tucked under my arm, I climbed it, sinking my tired, calloused fingers into the dirt to haul myself up. At the top, I looked down at the battlefield. All eyes were on me as I raised the head up high and yelled.

  “This is the end of the X’Sorian rule on this planet!”

  Back home I lay in my bed, exhausted by my injuries. During the battle, I was not aware of all the cuts and bruises, or even of the broken rib, but now they caused me much discomfort. From where I lay I could hear the victorious chants outside the palace that were emanating from the city. They cheered at my chamber, shouted that they thought I was a hero. Somehow, however, I didn’t feel like one.

  The psionic attacks had played on my mind since the return. They had injured, even killed so many of my troops but why was I spared? Surely I should have been the last person to be shown mercy. My thoughts were soon interrupted by a knock at the door.

  “You may enter,” I announced.

  The door glided open and one of my servants entered with his head bowed and his footsteps humble and shuffling.

  “What is it?” I asked.