by Gail Koger
Hothar shook his head. “It allows you to keep fighting when you are grievously wounded.”
“What happens when it wears off?”
“Without proper medical care, you die,” Lothel stated baldly.
“Oh my God! You mean…Voss and Zarek could die?”
Wulf patted my shoulder awkwardly. “We won’t let that happen, my lady.”
“You’re damned right we won’t.” I drew my pistol and ran down the corridor.
“My lady! Wait!”
A glittering blue light blossomed in front of me. “Oh hell!” I came to an abrupt stop. Lothel crashed into me, sending me slipping and sliding across a pool of blood, and I fell into the light.
Chapter Nineteen
One second I was in the blood-splattered corridor, and the next I was sprawled across an icy-cold transporter platform. My sucky luck continued its winning streak. Scrambling to my feet, I quickly tucked my pistol out of sight.
A tall, stick-thin woman wearing a pointy metal hat and a bronze breastplate over a screaming scarlet battle suit stood at the controls. She surveyed me as if I were dog poop she had accidentally stepped in.
Was it Halloween already? Her makeup did rival the Joker’s. Or was she some kind of Genghis Khan wannabe? “Who the hell are you?”
Her tone one of contempt, she spat, “Lilkee. Bow down to me, you filthy little primitive.”
“Bow-chicka-wow-wow, aren’t you special. And what’s up that hat?”
“Silence! You dare to mock me?”
“Ah. Yeah. All I see is a skinny bitch with an attitude who is in serious need of a makeover and a good moisturizer.”
Her mouth working like a stranded guppy’s, Lilkee gaped at me for a moment, then bawled, “I am a Coletti princess, and no one speaks to me in such a manner. Now bow down to me.”
“Ain’t happening, princess.” I quickly sifted through Voss’s memories. Damn. The bitch was Malik’s nutcase of a sister. Which meant she was either here to mount a rescue or capture me. So not happening.
I frowned as the memories of her battling Detja in a sword fight flashed through my mind. Lilkee was obsessed with cleansing the Coletti bloodline of all the tainted hybrids. Like Kaylee, Detja, and me.
“You will regret your insolence. I am a mighty Coletti warrior, and I will destroy your feeble mind,” Lilkee snarled.
“Delusional much?” Her power was minuscule. Even Jasmine the whore could take her.
She drew herself up proudly. “My powers exceed Zarek’s, and soon you will be begging for mercy.”
“Did you forget to take your meds today, princess?”
With a screech of fury, Lilkee attacked.
A tickling sensation crawled over my shields. I had this weird urge to giggle hysterically. “Oh for God’s sake, give it a rest.”
Lilkee blinked in disbelief. “Why aren’t you screaming?”
“It’s like this, princess. You. Have. No. Power. You’ll never be Zarek’s equal. Whoever told you that was lying to you. Big time.”
“Malik would never lie to me.”
“He’s a bad guy, and bad guys lie all the time, sweetie.”
“You are trying to trick me. Malik needs me. We are going to restore the Coletti Empire to what it once was.”
I rubbed my aching forehead. “Of course you are. Why don’t we just cut to the chase? Why did you bring me up here?”
“To stop you from breeding more filthy hybrids.”
“Uh-huh. Were you aware that Malik wants to use me to breed more of those filthy hybrids?”
“No! He would never do that. I’m his breeding partner. The babies we make together will be genetically pure.”
Revulsion swirled through me. “You’re humping your brother?”
“We do what we must to survive.”
“How’s that working out for you?”
Pain flashed through Lilkee’s eyes. “It has been difficult.”
“Then stop. Incest is wrong on so many levels.”
Lilkee paced around and around the transporter console. “Malik says I’m his only hope to keep the bloodline pure. I will do as he commands.”
“You’re not real bright, are you?”
Infuriated, she stomped her foot. “How dare you insult me? You are nothing but ass dung. Soon your pathetic planet will be wiped from existence.”
“Aw, now you’ve done gone and hurt my feelings. Just so you know, princess, the only one being wiped from existence is Malik.”
“My brother is too powerful to be defeated. We will rule this galaxy, and the Coletti Empire will be as it once was.”
“Never gonna happen. Your brother is a dead man, but if you beg nicely, your daddy might let you live.”
“A Coletti does not beg. We strike!” Lilkee hissed like a demented cat and pulled a jewel-encrusted sword. She pointed it at me. “I will cut your still-beating heart from your chest and send it to Voss.”
“How original,” I said, watching in disbelief as she broke into a funky-chicken belly dance while swinging the sword wildly around her body.
“You are in awe of my skill,” Lilkee crowed.
“‘Awe’ is not quite the word I’d use.”
“I’m a master swordswoman,” Lilkee exclaimed, then leaped into the air and spun the sword around her head.
I eyed the pieces of her hair falling to the floor. Now I knew why she wore that stupid hat. Her scalp probably resembled a cat’s with a bad case of the mange. “I have to admit your swordplay is quite unique.”
“Malik finds my dancing sword erotic.”
“Erotic?” Another chunk of Lilkee’s hair fell to the floor. “Imagine that. How drunk does he have to be to touch you?”
Fury ignited in her eyes, and with a rather squeaky war cry, Lilkee ran toward me. “Prepare to die, you filthy hybrid.”
I sidestepped her charge and, with a leg sweep, knocked her off her feet. She crashed face-first into the wall.
Grabbing her gushing nose, Lilkee wailed, “You broke my nose!”
“Boo hoo.” I picked up her sword.
The doors swished open, and in walked two Tai-Kok warriors. They gave a surprised honk and went for their pistols.
I was faster. They vaporized nicely, leaving behind two thick piles of oily ashes on the floor.
“You killed them,” Lilkee cried in disbelief.
“It’s what I do to monsters. Are you a monster?”
Her voice quivering with fear, Lilkee gasped, “Harm me, and my father will kill you.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you try to kill Talree, his son, and Detja, his mate?”
“They are a pestilence infecting our people. They must be wiped from existence.”
“All that attitude is going to get you is dead. Zarek doesn’t handle betrayal well.”
“He betrayed us,” Lilkee spat.
“And how do you figure that?”
“Malik is Zarek’s rightful heir, not Talree.”
Good God, was she for real? “Talree’s power exceeds Malik’s by quite a bit, but your brother was too much of a coward to challenge him properly.”
“He is not a coward!”
“Then why didn’t he face Talree or Zarek in combat like a true warrior?”
“He couldn’t. They would have killed him.”
“Ding. Ding. Malik knew he would lose a fair fight. So like any coward he attacked from behind and allied himself with the butchers of the universe.”
“They are helping him exterminate our enemies.”
“He allows the Tai-Kok and Rodan to eat children. How can you condone that?”
“They are the vermin’s spawn,” Lilkee retorted without an ounce of remorse.
Images of the slaughtered children tumbled into my mind, and a cold fury shook me. I put my pistol to her forehead. “One more word, and I will blow your fucking head off.”
Lilkee stared at me in stunned disbelief. “You wouldn’t dare. I am a Coletti princess. It is forbidden.”
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bsp; The need to kill the skinny little whore was overwhelming. “Try me.”
Dropping her gaze, Lilkee shook like a terrified Chihuahua.
Sucking in a deep breath I fought for control and took a step back. There was no way this freaky bitch could be Zarek’s daughter. Her mother had some explaining to do. Oh wait, she was dead. If the Overlord was smart, he’d get Lilkee’s DNA checked.
The sooner I turned Lilkee over to Zarek, the happier I would be. Dropping my shields, I quickly scanned the ship. Well, wasn’t that hunky-dory. They had a cloaking device, and the cocky bastards were sitting right under the nose of the Alliance warship.
Lilkee suddenly jumped to her feet and ran for the control console. Before I could stop her, she hit a button and the alarm sounded.
“Now you die most painfully,” she crowed in triumph.
“God, you’re such a pain in the ass.” I stunned her.
The skinny bitch crumpled to the floor and twitched spasmodically.
Holstering my pistol, I dragged her over to the transporter platform and clamped handcuffs on her. Zarek would definitely want some quality time with her. I hurriedly typed what I hoped were the correct coordinates into the control panel.
Boy, was Malik gonna be pissed when he found out I destroyed another one of his ships. Reaching out, I found the pilot’s mind and easily took control. “Uncloak your ship and disable the weapons control console.”
“As you command.” The Tai-Kok obediently punched an icon on the console, pulled his laser pistol, and blasted the hell out of weapons control.
The copilot jumped the pilot, and the fight was on.
Yee-haw! The copilot had one hell of a left hook. I broke the link as the transporter control came to life with an audible click.
A glittering blue light engulfed us, and we were abruptly in the middle of chaos, violence, and death. Oh joy. I had gotten us back planetside but unfortunately right in the middle of the battlefield.
Warriors fought fiercely around us, their swords flashing under the blazing sun. The thunderous clash of metal on metal was followed by gurgling screams and battle cries.
Black funnels of smoke rose from the destroyed compound and swirled across the battlefield like restless spirits.
Moving faster than the eye could follow, Askole warriors were only black blurs as they sliced and diced Malik’s men.
Where the heck were the Gorum? And what was up with the stupid swords? Every one of the idiots was armed to the teeth with the latest weaponry, but they just hammered the shit out of each other with their swords. Definitely a guy thing. Women were so much smarter. We’d sit in our nice air-conditioned command center and blow them all to hell.
Three scruffy-looking Coletti warriors charged me with their big-ass swords.
Oh fuck, more clanless idiots. Avoiding a lethal thrust, I automatically blocked a second with Lilkee’s sword and flung myself sideways as a third blade whizzed by.
My senses electrified and adrenaline burning through my veins, everything suddenly seemed to slip into slow motion. Rolling to my feet, I pulled my pistol and shot all three.
A mangy goon kicked the laser pistol out of my hand and tried to decapitate me.
I ducked, and his blade missed me by inches. Deflecting another deadly thrust, I circled my opponent, our swords clashing in a flurry of lunges and vicious cuts.
For what seemed to be an eternity I parried, blocked, and riposted. My muscles began to quiver, and sweat poured down my face. Fear cramped my stomach, and pain radiated up my arms from the force of the blows. I had Voss’s skill but not his strength.
Like a wraith, Zarek appeared out of the swirling smoke and hacked off the goon’s head. “Leave the battlefield.”
“Trying, sir.”
He tossed me a laser pistol. “Try harder.”
“Yes, sir, but what do I do with Lilkee?”
“Lilkee’s here?”
“I captured her, sir. Are you sure she’s your daughter?”
Zarek swatted a blade to one side, reversed his swing, and lopped off his opponent’s head. “She is of my blood.”
“That’s gotta suck. Lilkee must take after her mother, because she couldn’t fight her way out of a paper bag, and I still can’t believe she’s humping her brother. I mean how sick is that?” I vaporized a Rodan.
Stunned horror flitted across Zarek’s face. “She’s what? “
A Tai-Kok warrior landed a powerful right hook to the Overlord’s chin, snapping his head back.
I quickly destroyed the monster’s mind and took a cautious step away from Zarek. Me and my big mouth. “I thought you knew, sir.”
“I did not.” Zarek’s fury was a living thing.
“Oh. Wow. Uh… Surprise?” I froze as enemy warriors began dropping dead around us. “I’ll…uh…brief you after you’ve finished killing everyone. I mean… It’s not like Lilkee’s going anywhere, and her ship should be space debris by now.”
His teeth bared in a fierce snarl, Zarek pulled his pistol and shot down a charging Bigfoot. “Where is she?”
“Right over… Crap! Where did she go?” I looked around and caught a glance of a scarlet battle suit disappearing in the smoke. “Come back here, you skinny bitch!” I tore after her.
The Overlord’s furious voice rocketed around my head. “Zoey, stop!”
A Tai-Kok warrior barreled out of the smoke and slashed at me with his razor-sharp nails.
Pivoting on the balls of my feet, I spun sideways, kicked as hard as I could, and knocked him off balance. With a loud squawk, he crashed into Zarek.
Not even breaking his stride, the Overlord snapped the Tai-Kok’s neck and stalked after me with death in his eyes.
Oh dear God! “Don’t worry, sir, I’ll catch her.” Fear gave wings to my feet, and I sped through the battlefield, dodging combatants. She wasn’t getting away.
Lilkee glanced over her shoulder, and her eyes widened in horror. “Help me. Someone help me. Please, I need help.”
“No kidding.” I leaped over a dead body and tackled her. We hit the sand hard. I blocked the pathetic punch she threw and drove my fist into her shrieking mouth. “Shut the hell up.”
A steely arm wrapped around my waist, and I was jerked off Lilkee.
“Kill her! Kill her,” the bitch cried, scrambling to her feet and wiping at the blood running down her face.
I brought my pistol around in a swift, hard arc.
“Zoey.” Zarek’s voice was pure menace as he snatched the weapon out of my hand.
“Didn’t…didn’t know…it was you, sir,” I stammered.
He cocked an eyebrow and released me. “Do not leave my side.”
“I won’t, sir.” I held out my hand for the pistol.
“Kill her, Father. She dared to strike me,” Lilkee spat, every inch the pampered princess.
Zarek slapped the pistol in my hand and inspected his daughter like a scientist studying an odd but interesting specimen. “Lilkee, I’m not your father.”
The color drained from Lilkee’s face. “You deny me again?”
“Malik fathered you,” Zarek answered, a touch of compassion in his tone.
Whoa! This was way better than a soap opera.
“Malik? But… That can’t be. It’s impossible. I’ve slept with him,” Lilkee wailed, collapsing in a pitiful heap.
“Does Malik know she’s his kid?”
A killing rage simmered in the Overlord’s eyes. “He knows.”
The sensation of overwhelming danger shot through me. Heart pounding, I whirled like a scalded cat, and brought my pistol up. I spotted the tentacle a second too late. It whipped around my ankle, jerked me off my feet, and dragged me across the blazing hot sand. “Help!”
Three hundred pounds of pure muscle landed on top of me, knocking the air out of my poor abused lungs. Everything spun dizzily around me as I fought for breath.
A bloody sword flashed across my vision, and a Gorum squalled in agony.
I croaked,
“Honey bunny, you’re squishing me.”
Voss leaped to his feet, clutching me against his battered chest. “Better than being eaten, sugar tits.”
“True.” I glanced over his shoulder and gasped. A herd of Gorum was swarming toward us. “Those aren’t my Gorum. Running would be good.”
With a snort, Voss quipped, “Ya think?”
Lilkee jumped up and ran toward them, shrieking, “Eat them. Eat them. Eat them.”
A brightly tattooed Gorum grabbed Lilkee and stuffed her down his gaping maw.
“Bet she didn’t see that coming.”
Bellowing a battle cry, Zarek disappeared and reappeared on top of the tattooed Gorum, driving his sword deep into its neck.
It emitted an earsplitting squall and teleported.
“Oh my God! It took the Overlord.”
“A decision Balram will soon regret,” Voss commented with an evil smile.
“That’s Balram?”
“Yes.”
“I hope Zarek cuts his traitorous heart out. Balram needs to pay for feeding those poor babies to the Tai-Kok.”
“His death is imminent.”
“Good.” Dozens of tentacles shot toward us. Locking my arms around Voss’s neck, I squawked, “Let’s get out of here, or do you have a death wish?”
“Warlords don’t run.”
“Dead warlords certainly don’t, and we are a bit outnumbered.”
“Yep.” A scant second before we would become dinner, Voss teleported, and we appeared on a ridge of rocks.
I looked down at the swarm of Gorum and laughed. Their tentacles were hopelessly knotted together. The more they struggled, the worse it got. “Slick move, sport.”
A grim smile curved Voss’s mouth. “I am the Overlord’s Battle Commander.”
“My hero.” I placed a gentle kiss on his bruised cheek.
Covered in bloody entrails, Zarek popped in and dropped a hysterically sobbing Lilkee on the ground like yesterday’s trash. “Silence, female.”
Slimy bits of green innards slid down her face. Her wails grew louder. “He ate me. He ate me.”
My stomach roiled. Ewww! Lilkee was now completely bald, and her skin seemed to be molting off in pieces. “What did you expect? You ran right up to them. All they saw was a tasty snack.”
“I’m a princess.” Lilkee’s voice rose to a shrill shriek. “A princess! Balram’s our ally. He’s not supposed to eat me. He’s supposed to eat you filthy hybrids.”