LW Browning - Krystile Warriors 01 - Warlord's Honor

by LW Browning

  Warlord’s Honor

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  by L.W. Browning

  copyright © 2013 L.W. Browning

  All rights reserved

  ISBN-13:978-1494337179

  OTHER BOOKS BY L.W. BROWNING

  Look for Warlord's Trust,

  the next novel in the Krystile Warrior series

  Adventures of a Southern Girl

  under L. Walker

  lalouziane@gmail.com

  http://lalouziane.wordpress.com/

  DEDICATION

  This book is dedicated to all the warriors who serve

  so that we can sleep in peace at night.

  Your sacrifice is one that we can never repay.

  Thank you.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  EPILOGUE

  OTHER BOOKS BY L.W. BROWNING

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

  I would like to acknowledge my fantastic beta readers, Simone Beaudelaire and Debbie Lemon. You are beta readers without equal.

  Thank you, Sandra Martinez and Ch’kara Silverwolf, for giving my story a read through with a unique outlook.

  A sincere thank you to all the Wordsmyth authors for the help and support, notes, and information they shared with me. Most especially to each of you who read a chapter or even a few to give me your feedback.

  I would like to say how much I appreciate my friends, many of whom read more than one version of this book. Thank you for bearing with me.

  Very special thanks to my structural editor and cover artist, the talented, Brandye Flowers.

  Special thanks to my critique partner, Jean Kilczer, who was instrumental in getting this book finished. You taught me a lot Jean.

  Sincere thanks to my editor, James Anderson.

  I appreciate everyone’s efforts and support. So many folks gave freely of their time and talent. I feel blessed for all the help I received.

  DISCLAIMER

  This book is intended for mature audiences of at least 18 years or older.

  Claire kept her face impassive while waiting for Calks to finish speaking.

  "I am concerned about being on this assignment alone," she said.

  "You'll be with the clients. I know it's unusual, but they specifically asked for you without any handlers. They require our strongest empath and that is you."

  Claire looked down and bit her lower lip. Calks was as hard for her to read as ever.

  He continued: "The Conglomerate needs these warlords to become part of us for trade purposes. Our survival as a superior society depends on convincing them to trade exclusively through the Trade Center."

  Claire knew that was not true. The primary goal of the Conglomerate, controlling trade and thereby insuring that they retained more power than other societies, necessitated that they force everyone else to go through the Trade Center. If denied admittance, the people of those societies struggled to stay alive. Greed ruled the Conglomerate. Claire despised everything they represented. She also knew their excesses had finally caught up with them. Some of their people now suffered. The Conglomerate needed what these barbarians had.

  A facial tic drew up the left side of Calks’ face. “The clients are not members of the Trade Center. The Conglomerate plans to take control of their energy resources. We depend on you to gather as much information as you can to help us toward that endeavor.”

  In other words, the Conglomerate planned to steal the energy resources and they wanted her to help them. Claire knew how to act, knew what Calks expected. It kept her alive. Nothing showed on her face when she lifted her eyes to him.

  "I understand. I will, of course, do my best on this assignment."

  Calks smiled at Claire.

  ***

  Koda nodded to Dare. It was time for the first face to face meeting with the MX Handler Calks.

  Calks followed Warlord Dare into Koda's chamber and looked around the room.

  Koda sat on his wide leather bench. He greeted Calks and motioned to the chair in front of him. Koda smelled the man's fear when Dare closed the chamber doors. Koda had only four warlords in the chamber with him, but they were all dressed in black leather and they were armed.

  Calks lifted his left shoulder at the same time a facial tic distorted his features.

  "Good day, Warlord Leader Koda." Calks rubbed his hand across his short-cropped gray hair.

  "Greetings, MX Handler, Calks. These are some of my warlords."

  "Var, my second." Koda motioned to his left.

  Koda smirked at Calks' reaction. Var's disfigured face was just as intimidating as his size. The only thing more frightening than the scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his mouth was the battle he fought to obtain it. Koda remembered it well.

  There was a reason Var never smiled.

  Calks' left shoulder drew up in a quick, nervous tic.

  Koda noticed the man's nervous tic. He would make good use of it in the negotiations.

  "You remember Dare from the vid conferences." Dare's large frame slouched against the door. He gave a quick nod to the Handler in recognition. For all his communication and technical expertise, Koda knew no warrior was more capable of guarding the meeting.

  "Dren and Lodi have joined us as well." The tattoos that covered the right side of Dren's body did more to make him appear menacing than to denote his status as a holy man. Lodi, ever the social one, lifted his right hand to Calks in greeting. "Not to worry, we have had our raw meat for the day."

  Koda shot Lodi a look as Calks' eyes widened in apprehension. As his cousin, Lodi was able to get away with more antics than the other warlords. Still, more fear would not yield a better result for this meeting.

  Calks cleared his throat. "I'm more convinced than ever that the MX program will end." He looked over his shoulder.

  "How much time do we have?" Koda said.

  "I believe it will go to vote within the lunar cycle. The Conglomerate is in trouble, the abilities of the MX are under close scrutiny by several high-ranking officials."

  Calks looked around the room again. His left shoulder rose and his face drew up for a moment. The appearance of the warlords definitely triggered a fear response in the man. Koda wished he wasn't so fearful of them.

  "I would have the strongest MX. The one called Claire," Koda said.

  Calks nodded, "I can deliver her to you directly. The Conglomerate has approached the MX Facility and asked for an MX to assist in your trade negotiations." Calks paused. "Don't be upset, everyone is talking about it. You're going to the Trade Center to negotiate trade agreements for the Krystiles. It's big news. There are no secrets in the Conglomerate."

  "The ruse is agreeable to me."

  "Understand, Warlord Leader, the MX girl is a slave. She doesn't know it, but she's a slave. She's always been told what to do and when to do it. She's never even chosen her own clothing. Her social skills are limited to the vids we allow her to watch and the training we've given her."

  "Does she not interact with the other M
X?"

  "No, we keep them separated. Each MX has her own cell, uh, room. We don't allow them to mix with anyone. She's intelligent and well educated. She's been trained to obey the handlers in every way. I don't expect she will be a discipline problem for you. She's the most powerful empath we have." Calks said.

  "MX is eMpath with eXtra abilities," Koda said. "What can you tell me of her extra abilities?"

  Calks lifted his left shoulder and cleared his throat. "We do not talk about that unless you have a specific need. She is the most powerful."

  "I would have her first," Koda said.

  "I'll get as many of the others as I can to the grippers. I can deliver only the one to you." The facial tic distorted the MX Handler's face for a moment.

  "Slavers," Var said. He despised the grippers who traded slaves on the black market. Koda knew Var would do his best to retrieve the MX who were taken by the grippers.

  "Dare will send you the coordinates of the meeting location," Koda nodded toward Dare who stilled slouched against the closed doors with his arms across his chest.

  Calks glanced at Dare, his shoulder length blond hair was shorter than the others.

  "It's nice to meet you in real life," Calks said.

  Dare made no response.

  Calks cleared his throat and looked at Koda again. "I'll rush the documents on my end and fudge a little on the preparation. I don't think we have much time."

  Koda nodded silent agreement.

  "There is one more thing," Calks hesitated, "we um—we give them drugs to make them manageable. We mix it in their food. There will be no withdrawal per se... "

  Koda lifted an eyebrow.

  Calks broke eye contact, "We can't predict the outcome of taking her off the drugs. You'll be on your own with that."

  "I would know what you expect," Koda said.

  "Her empath and other abilities will increase. And – she'll experience her own emotions. She might become difficult to control after the drugs wear off. We have tried to prevent the MX from experiencing their own emotions so that they might better 'read' the emotions of others. She will probably adjust to that in time. She um... The drugs also suppress their sex drive."

  Silence filled the room while Koda digested the Handler's words.

  "We will be prepared," Koda looked at Var, his second. He knew Var did not approve of him buying the MX.

  Koda nodded to Lodi. Calks jumped and half stood when he realized Lodi had moved closer to him holding a bag. He looked back to Koda.

  "A down payment," Koda said, "to cover expenses."

  Calks nodded, his facial tic twisted his features for a moment before he accepted the bag. Though Lodi handled the bag as if the contents were light, Calks fumbled it, almost dropped it, it as if it were heavier than he expected.

  Dare opened the double doors to indicate the meeting's end.

  "We will see you when you hand over the MX," Koda said.

  "Good night, gentlemen," Calks said as he hurried out the double doors.

  Koda saw Calks check the med unit on his wrist before Dare closed the doors behind him.

  ***

  Koda looked around the room.

  Dare leaned against the doors he had just closed.

  "That is one nervous man, cousin," Lodi drawled. "He was checking his med unit. You must have made his blood pressure go up."

  "Could his nerves have anything to do with the swords strapped on your back?" Koda asked.

  He looked at Dren who took the chair to his left.

  "It is too early to tell, my liege," Dren answered Koda's unspoken question. As their holy man, Dren was the most familiar with their ancient prophecies.

  Var raised an eyebrow. He did not believe in the prophecies and he did nothing to hide his displeasure.

  "I'll bring everyone up to speed at the same time," Dare said, glancing back to Koda after a look at Var's face. Checking his small, clear hand com, Dren continued. "What I have found so far is that all of the MX are prisoners. Their empath abilities alone cause their own people to distrust and fear them. Those who claim to have seen their extra abilities are terrified of them. The MX Facility has never verified the extent of their power. The girls are drugged and kept under strict control their entire lives. Fanciful stories of their abilities abound, but it is difficult to get reliable information about them. The MX Handler, Calks, is risking his life to help us, yet he has been evasive and we know nothing solid about the extra abilities."

  "The girls. Are they all female?" Lodi asked.

  "Yes, all are female," Dare said. The MX Team consists of Handlers. The Handlers are all men who are chosen because they are more difficult for the empaths to “read”.

  Koda watched as Var rubbed his hand along his scarred jaw. "It might be a trap. I do not trust the Handler."

  "Would you have me do nothing while they are slaughtered?" Koda asked.

  Var answered only with his eyes. He did not abide the slaughter of innocents and Koda knew it.

  "Even without the prophecy, I would offer them sanctuary," Koda said.

  "We have to save them," Var admitted, "but we have no hard evidence that they are the ones spoken of in the prophecy."

  "The timing and signs are right. They appear to be the ones," Dren said.

  "The future of our race depends on them and we do not even know if they are the right ones." Var clenched his jaw.

  "Whether they are or not, Koda is right, we must do this," Dren said.

  "So, we will have an empath with unknown powers reaching puberty and becoming sexually aware," Var said.

  "What could go wrong with that?" Lodi quipped.

  "After we get the first one, we can get information from her about the others. Make ready to collect the one called Claire." Koda stood. The meeting was over.

  ***

  The sun was setting low in the sky when Koda and 10 of his warlords slipped through the woods that were well back of the area where they would meet Calks and take possession of the MX girl. They stopped when they heard Var's whistle and waited for him to approach.

  "The raiders are in a clearing over the next hill," Var whispered.

  "The ones who attacked our people?" Koda asked.

  "The same," Var said. "About fifty. Definitely the ones who slaughtered our people in the camp we found yesterday. The trail is clear. They are having a meeting right now, but I think they will move out soon."

  "Them being here can be no accident," Lodi said.

  Koda surveyed his warlords. He knew them well; even in their armor he had no trouble identifying them. They were spoiling for a fight. The carnage done by the raiders to the innocent people in the camp had left them all with a need to stop the raiders. Koda knew they wanted revenge for the group of helpless farmers the raiders had slaughtered.

  "Fools." Vix shook his head.

  "Let us go and make them dead fools." Revi smiled while tying his long blond hair in a queue at his nape.

  Lars looked up after he checked the blade of his heavy battle axe. The only time Lars' expression ever changed was before or during a battle.

  The rest of the warlords look eager.

  "Move out," Koda said as he started off through the woods.

  ***

  Koda and his warlords moved stealthily as they surrounded the clearing in the wooded area where the raiders were meeting.

  The band of outlaws listened to their leader. "Move to your positions closer to the meeting tent now. Hide yourselves well. Tomorrow we will defeat Koda and steal ourselves an MX. Remember, the most important thing is to kill Koda, a special bounty is offered for his head. We must also kill the MX team and capture the girl, alive. With Koda gone, his people will offer no resistance. We will control the Krystiles and all the wealth that goes with them!" The raiders cheered, and made ready to move out of the clearing.

  At Koda's signal, the warlords stepped out from hiding to reveal themselves.

  It took the raiders a few moments to realize they were surrounded. Most
drew their swords, some of them hastily strapped on armor. Most of them cursed.

  "Why wait," Koda said. "I am here now."

  The raiders looked around to determine their odds.

  “You are early to the meeting,” the leader said to Koda.

  "I give you an opportunity to surrender," Koda said.

  The leader of the raiders smiled. “I think not.” He spread his arms wide. “There are more of us than of you.”

  “We tracked you from the village you destroyed yesterday,” Koda said. “I would know why you come into my territory and slaughter my people.”

  “It was easy. We take what we want, where we find it.”

  “You do not take from me without a price,” Koda said.

  "Attack them now!" The raider leader shouted.

  Koda and the warlords advanced, closing their circle around the raiders. A raider ran forward to attack Koda. Both swung their swords. The raider stared in disbelief as he fell.

  Koda moved forward to the next raider and stabbed him through the chest. Then he stabbed his dagger into the man's side until it pierced his heart. Koda kicked the dead raider off the end of his sword.

  Koda was aware of Foord on his right as he avoided a sword thrust and kicked out with a foot to the chest of an attacker. He spun his extended sword took the head of the raider.

  Mack said, "After you kill them, they are not much fun anymore."

  Koda heard Foord behind him as he spoke between grunts and sword thrusts. "I know that, brother, but at some point, they do have to die. All these murderers have to die."