by Calista Skye
Alien Invader's Baby
Calista Skye
Published by Calista Skye, 2016.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
ALIEN INVADER'S BABY
First edition. June 6, 2016.
Copyright © 2016 Calista Skye.
Written by Calista Skye.
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Epilogue
Alien Invader's Baby (Science Fiction BBW/Alien Secret Baby Romance)
By Calista Skye
Dani Smith is the best space marine in Space Force, defending Earth from alien invaders, like her family has always done.
But the huge Space Force only truly fears one alien species: the beautiful, but extremely deadly Ethereals. When one of them suddenly turns up, it's enough to end a huge battle as both sides retreat in a panic. But the supernaturally gorgeous alien Crixael seems to only have eyes for Dani with the curvy hips. And he steals her heart right away.
But the last time the playful, intensely cruel Ethereals came to invade Earth, millions died. Dani's own father lost his whole family and much more besides.
Drop-dead gorgeous Crixael is tenacious in his secret courting of Dani. Can she really allow herself to fall in love with one of mankind's most lethal enemies?
Alien Invader's Baby is a steamy, standalone full-length novel with a Happy Ever After and no cliffhangers!
It is the standalone sequel to Given to the Alien.
Part 1
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"I think we're going to win this one."
The voice in Dani's ear was Kelson's, and it didn't surprise her. He was always seeing those things before anyone else. He had never been wrong, either. That made him dangerous.
"Disregard that," she said sharply inside her helmet, knowing that the limited AI in her suit would correctly interpret that as an order to be transmitted to her squad, but not beyond. "Don't lose focus. Nothing is won here."
Another Vlon came at her, crawling at surprising speed between the rusty iron pillars and flailing its long, thin tentacles in an attempt to confuse, screaming out a shrill, dissonant whine from its sirens. It was easily ten feet tall and looked like a cross between a huge spider and a giant cockroach, all black and splotchy brown and nightmarishly full of venomous spikes and spears.
She backed off three paces to get more distance, checked the positions of the rest of her squad in the head-up display in her helmet and grasped her multigun harder.
"Gandini, take a shot at that smaller one, eleven o'clock," she ordered, wanting to take out a future threat before it became a present one. "Callahan, take cover and aim at this one that's about to run me down. Ready to fire if it gets me."
"Copy, Sarge," they said in unison into her ear.
The attacking alien was only a few meters away and would be at her in two seconds.
Then there was movement to her left, and she turned her head. The blood froze in her veins when she saw what it was; an officer had stumbled into the front lines.
"Take cover!" she yelled, then raised the gun and fired a shell at the alien without taking the time to aim. The Vlon had changed direction, and was now going straight for the colonel who had suddenly and unexpectedly appeared where he had absolutely no business being. He was in battle armor, but he had not raised his gun.
Dani's shell missed the alien and streaked harmlessly off into the sky. She felt the gun revolving as it readied another one, but she couldn't fire again. The alien was too close to the hapless officer who seemed completely unaware that he was in mortal danger. The shock wave from the shell would kill him. But not necessarily the alien.
She heard the colonel say "shiiiiiiiiit!" as he became aware of the danger, far too late.
The alien readied its five assault tentacles, four foot long black spears as thin as sewing needles that it could thrust into an enemy so fast they would break the sound barrier.
Without thinking, Dani jumped into the air, helped by the exoskeleton in her suit, pulled the machete from its sheath in one fast move and hacked at the alien as she somersaulted above one of its sensor clusters.
She felt the blade hit something, and she vaguely saw a spray of black fluid rise from the Vlon where she had chopped off some of its eyes. But it still had hundreds more in smaller clusters all over its body.
She landed, and the exoskeleton had her crouch to present a small target to the alien and ready her for whatever came next. The colonel was still standing there, frozen in fear. He must have deactivated the AI in his suit, which would otherwise have forced him into some kind of defensive posture.
The alien shook off Dani's attack and its injuries, but its shriek increased in intensity and made her suit display decibel overload and completely cut off external sound. Suddenly all she could hear was her own labored breathing inside the helmet.
"Get down!" she yelled, hoping the suit would transmit it to the colonel.
It did. He jerked and raised his multigun.
The breath caught in Dani's throat. "Don't fire that!"
The alien was far too close, and the exploding shell would certainly kill the officer if it hit. Dani sprang at him, hit him at knee level and threw him to the ground. The multigun fired the shell at the horizon and hit a rusty pillar a mile distant, reducing it to fine iron filings in a white flash.
The Vlon, named for the star system where Space Force had first encountered the unusually aggressive and competent enemy, shot two of its spears into the ground an inch from Dani's head, and she could feel their shockwaves jerking her helmet. The cockroach-like alien immediately drew them back again, ready to kill the two Earthlings.
Dani thought fast. If this went on, it would succeed in killing them. She had to stay mobile, had to move. She bounced into the air again, helped by the exoskeleton that they all had embedded in their battle suits.
But the Vlon was quicker. It shot one spear at her from point-blank range, and it went through her helmet, grazing her skull over one ear. Immediately the display went dead, and the AI was only able to flash a final message across her vision before it went offline:
Permanent error. Do not trust further AI actions.
The side of her head started to sting, and she knew she was bleeding.
"You alright, Sarge?" So at least the radio was working. And the exoskeleton didn't need any external connections and could keep going as long as her muscles would twitch. She didn't reply. There wasn't much anyone else could do to help. The huge alien enemy was readying its attack.
The colonel moved i
n the mud, trying to get up.
"Stay the hell down!" Dani yelled and unceremoniously rammed the suicidal officer's head down into the mud. The aliens had trouble aiming their spears down, and much preferred to shoot them horizontally. Getting up would get the officer killed for sure. She looked around.
The Vlon appeared to be evaluating the situation, moving slower now, as if it was certain of winning. Then it slowly raised its spears again. It would probably miss with three of them, but the other two...
She grabbed hold of the colonel and rolled them both right underneath the alien's huge mass, then hacked at its hard, black carapace with her machete. She briefly wished that she'd brought her sword, which had a longer reach. But she hadn't expected to need it here.
The Vlon seemed confused and swayed back and forth, not used to having enemies right underneath it.
Dani's machete wasn't doing much good, and each time the blade hit the alien's carapace, it twanged and bounced back as if it had hit a wall of steel. They were safe from the spears, but they were also trapped. If the Vlon realized that all it had to do was lower itself to the ground, it would crush both Dani and the hapless colonel. The ground was muddy on top, but it was hard underneath. Vlon were not known for being stupid.
And then it got the idea, and Dani saw the black carapace come closer as the monstrous alien lowered itself. It was not a movement it often used, but down it came.
Dani hacked harder and faster at the alien's rock hard underside, and the nanosteel blade did take some black material off with every stroke, but it was far too little, far too late.
Soon there wasn't enough room for her to swing it, and there was only one thing to do. She got the multigun and aimed it right up, towards the carapace that was now two feet away. The blast would kill her and the officer, but it might also kill the Vlon.
Her finger curled around the trigger.
Suddenly all she could see above her was yellow sky.
The Vlon was gone. She straggled to her feet, lifting the colonel with her.
Then her radio came alive.
"Phantom! Phantom! Phantom!" many voices yelled at the same time, and there was panic in them.
For a second she was stunned. It was the last thing she had expected. She had heard that warning many times before, but only during exercises.
The codeword 'phantom' had a very specific meaning to everyone in Space Force, Earth's spaceborne defense against aliens of all kinds. It meant that somewhere on this battlefield, someone had spotted the only enemy Space Force truly feared, a race of aliens that had only been encountered once, many years ago. But they had wreaked such havoc with mankind back then that even now, more than twenty years later, that species was still only talked about in whispers, and Space Force's contingency plans for meeting them again involved heavy use of nuclear weapons, the complete withdrawal from all its painstakingly colonized planets in space and the accepted death of all its own troops, if that was necessary to protect Earth. Compared to them, the Vlon, terrible enough on their own right, were so insignificant as to be almost laughable. Even the name mankind had given their species was rarely uttered, as if saying their name would somehow call them back. 'Phantom' was just a way to avoid using their true name.
"Sarge," Kelson said on the radio from a hundred yards away. She had never heard his voice tremble before. "Um... you might want to turn around..."
She whipped around, raising the multigun.
And there he was, twenty yards away, the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on, or had ever dreamed could exist.
He was young, and his hair shimmered with gold and his unspeakably perfect face shone with an inner light that was both mesmerizing and terrible because it was so clearly supernatural. He wore a long, loose garment that flowed behind him, revealing his muscular torso, also exuding a golden sheen. He was too perfect for this world, a god.
Dani's whole body went cold and she clutched the multigun so hard she could hear the material creak. She swallowed in a throat that was suddenly dry.
No pictures of these aliens existed, and she could only recognize them from the descriptions given by those few who had met them. But she was in no doubt. That was one of them.
That was an Ethereal.
And he was looking straight at her.
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He held a simple pole in his hand. The end he was holding shimmered with gold, and the other end was stained with alien blood. The Vlon that had been inches from killing Dani and the colonel was on the ground beside him, lifeless and shooting its black blood towards the sky from a tiny wound in its back.
The radio was suddenly a chaos of conflicting orders and panic-stricken questions and high-pitched requests for artillery support, but Dani only registered it without really hearing. She was vaguely aware that the colonel was crawling away in the mud, but she didn't care. The Ethereal took all her attention. She had never in her life been scared stiff. But now she was.
The supernaturally beautiful alien bent down and ripped a terrible piece of alien flesh from the dying Vlon, then brought it to his mouth and bit off a piece with white teeth. Dani could hear the sickening crunching sound as the Ethereal chewed it thoughtfully, complete ignoring everyone around him. Except for Dani.
He threw the alien flesh away and smiled at her. His lips were stained with black alien blood.
He casually walked closer, and she wanted to back away from him, but the fear had frozen her for the first time in her life.
He stopped three paces away and looked at her, tilting his head to one side. Even from there, his eyes were a kaleidoscope of colors and light, the way a bright, flickering star looks on a clear night.
He looked her up and down, then reached out with the staff and pointed to her. "May I see your face?"
His voice was deep and had a sincere undertone to it. For some reason, Dani had expected it to sound smarmy or vicious or mischievous. It was not, but it had a commanding effect on her, and she felt compelled to obey. She took off her broken helmet with hands that trembled uncontrollably.
She felt her black hair falling around her face, heavier on one side than the other.
The Ethereal stared at her for three heartbeats. "You have an injury," he said and pointed to the side of her head.
"What do you want?" she managed in a shaking voice.
He took some time to study her, seemingly oblivious to the chaos around them, as Space Force withdrew their forces because of the Ethereal and the Vlon seemed to have to same idea. Everyone could see that this young man was death itself.
"I often ask myself that," he said at last.
He took one more step towards her, but this time she jerked backwards.
"Stay the fuck away from me," she gasped, aiming her multigun at his face. But in a split second he was beside her, moving so fast it seemed like he hadn't moved at all. Suddenly she was looking straight into those supernatural eyes from close up, and now she felt the scent of him. It was dry and exotic and manly, and it felt... real. So unlike the rest of him.
He reached one hand out and touched the side of her head, right over her ear. She jerked her head away, but he held his hand up in front of her face.
"Your blood is red," he said. "So is mine. I think that's important."
Dani's mind raced. Every description of the Ethereals said that their blood was a golden liquid, not red.
"Prove it," she said on an impulse.
Suddenly he had her machete in his hand, and he slid the blade across his muscular chest. Immediately dark red blood ran down his torso. He gave the machete back, dripping. Then he slid his hand across his chest and held it out to her, wet with his blood. It was indeed red, like her own.
He had an earnest look on his face. "We are not very different, you and I."
"Rest assured that we are," she snarled, still knowing she was dead, but also feeling the warrior defiance finally coming alive in her after the first shock of being face to face with mankind's arch enemy.
He shrugged. "Perhaps. Tell me: why do you do things?"
She stared into those eyes, still flickering like stars. That was also something no one had reported about the Ethereals. But perhaps no one had been as close to one as she was now.
"Leave us alone or you will be destroyed," she said, ignoring his question. Ethereals would play cruel games with you before they killed you, and she would not be dragged into a nonsensical conversation with this thing before he inevitably killed her.
Around them, Space Force had withdrawn, but it seemed the Vlon had, too. They two were the only ones left on the battlefield with the ancient iron pillars everywhere.
The Ethereal frowned again, and he reminded her of a child trying to make sense of something new. "If I rule your planet, will you... respect me?"
He was different from the nightmarish descriptions she had heard. Ethereals were supposed to be menacing and casually cruel. This one seemed more mystified than anything else. Still, he was one of them. If she'd had her sword, she would probably have tried to kill him.
Or maybe not.
"You saved my life from that Vlon," she stated as calmly as she could. "So I'll let you live this once. But don't ever you or your insane compatriots come anywhere near Earth again."
He chuckled, and she was struck by what a human thing that was for someone so alien to do. But it was more what she would expect from an Ethereal.
"Do you think you can kill me? I'm not so sure. Maybe some day we'll find out."
He looked into her eyes for three heartbeats, and she couldn't help being taken in by the flickering stars in his eyes. Then the heartrendingly beautiful and extremely deadly alien seemed to dissolve into thin air and was gone.
With a relieved sob she let her breath out. He had commanded her entire attention, and suddenly it was as if she was waking up from a dream, and her world was back to its old self again. Mud, the acrid smells of battle, the weight of the multigun in her hands and her utility belt around her body, the strong sense of not being in the right place.
She couldn't see anyone, and even the colonel who had almost gotten them both killed had crawled away and out of sight. But she knew Space Force was everywhere around her.