Alien Insertion: An Alien Warrior Romance (The Tuorin Legacy Book 4) (5 page)

I’m frantically looking for something to open the cuff on my wrist, checking under the chair, under the console, and in every space I can reach.

“The moment I get free, he’s going to regret it.” Anger makes my hands tremble.

His one mistake was in leaving my other hand free.

In a hidden drawer that pulls out, I find a small thin tool of some sort. I try to insert it into the space that looks like it’s for a key, but I don’t feel anything. Realizing there’s no chance at unlocking the cuff, I follow the short chain to where Juordin has attached the other side to the steering handle of the craft. My eyes narrow as I study it.

Maybe if I can’t get the cuff off my wrist, I can get the other cuff off the handle.

I’ll still have to drag the damned handcuffs around, but I might have a chance at freedom. I look more closely at the handle, and I realize I can press the two buttons on either side. I press them, and the handle loosens. Suddenly, my anger is gone.

What if you take it all the way off and it doesn’t go back on? You could be taking away Juordin’s ability to steer by hand.

I curse. But there’s a niggling feeling in the back of my mind that Juordin needs me. Now that I know how to get free, it’s impossible for me to wait here.

I hope this works.
I press the buttons again and pull the handle upward. It comes off easily in my hand.

The cuff slides off the base of the handle, and I push the handle back down onto the pole it came off. It clicks, and seems to be on tight.

I reach behind my seat and grab my swords. My anger gone, I’m now starting to worry about how Juordin and his team are faring against the cats. I have a suspicion it will be just like the caves…only worse.

I hope Casin and Corin are good with swords.

I follow his earlier instructions, heading down the hall toward the cargo bay.

“I wonder if Juordin has a backup plan. You know, in case the malworm fails.” I know I’m talking to myself, and I don’t care.

But then Solim sticks his head out of his room, still humming. “Did you say something?”

“Nope,” I try to smile reassuringly. “Everything’s fine.”

He eyes the cuff on my wrist for a moment and I think he might try to stop me, then he shrugs and goes back into his room.

Once in the cargo bay, I search through the weapons cabinets, finding a bag of explosive devices. “What do we have here? I bet these could do some damage.”

Those explosives remind me of something. The half planet exploding, self-destruct bomb.
If the malworm doesn’t work, we could get them out through good old firepower.

I run to the room with the bomb, opening the door Corin showed me. But it’s attached. I don’t have time to waste. “Please don’t explode,” I ask it very nicely, pulling it out of its hiding spot. I disconnect the two wires, red first, bending them up on either side of it so they don’t touch.

I really wish I could get this damn cuff off my wrist.

I run back to the cargo bay, holding the small bomb carefully. I press buttons along the wall, opening weapons storage, food storage, and finally, space suits. There are a few in every size, small to very large. I pull out one of the smaller ones. “Sorry, Juordin, but I believe this suit is just my size.”

I throw it on as fast as I can, stuffing the cuff up the sleeve and putting the small bomb in a bag, which I sling on my back. Once I have my helmet fastened, I grab my swords and head for the exit. I open the inner door, closing it behind me, and press the red button. A hiss tells me something is happening.

Red is working well for me today.

I open the lever on the outer door, finding a cord connected from the outside of our ship to the outside of the Ardak ship. Following it, I come to a round entrance. There doesn’t appear to be any means of opening it…only three small grooves. I follow one with my finger.

Nails.
I think to myself wryly.
Think like a cat, and you can get in.

I take out my two swords, but they’re too big to fit in the grooves. Suddenly, the portal opens from the inside. I bring my swords up, but it’s only Redonim, the scientist. He looks awful, covered in blood. He tries to talk, but I can’t hear him. He grabs my arm and hits a button on the black square panel near my wrist.

Immediately I hear yowling, screaming and cursing, and my heart begins to beat uncontrollably fast.

He grabs my arm and I hear his voice in my helmet. “Don’t go in there.”

I shake him off. “I have to.” On second thought, I draw my sword. “I’m going to let you live, even though you’re a coward. But if you take off with the
Helios
, I will kill every cat on board this mother ship except one, and we will chase you down and let the cat devour you.”

He looks at me as if I’m crazy. Maybe I am. “I mean it,” I reiterate.
Maybe I should just kill him now.
But I can see in his eyes he’s too cowardly to take off with the ship. He may not even be able to pilot it.

I enter the cat ship and shut the round door behind me. There is a small door in front of me and I hold my swords at the ready until a light blinks. I pull it open and spring through.

The hall is packed with cats ripping apart space suits and going for the necks of the warriors with their fangs and claws. I begin to thrust and swing my short swords without thinking, only moving as I’ve been trained for as long as I can remember.

The space suit slows me down a little, but it isn’t long until it begins to shred under the claws of my enemies. Which makes me faster. Thrust, parry, kick to clear the sides and back, thrust upward to get the cat from the ceiling.

Out of the corners of my eyes, I see the others fighting. Corin and Casin are quick and deadly with their swords, almost as good as Juordin. They take down cat after cat.

In the caves I learned beheading is best. It’s messy, but it’s quick, and the cat can’t get away to tell the others. I behead two, then three, then four, stepping over their lifeless bodies and pools of blood. Suddenly, I realize the fifth is fighting Juordin. He sees me at the same time.

“Ande!” he screams, and I can tell he’s at the end of his rope. He beheads the cat with his knife, his face a mask of pure fury. “What the… what are you…” He’s so angry he can’t speak.

I kill four more cats while he kills the last three, and suddenly I realize there are no more cats.

Juordin steps forward and claps a hand on my shoulder. Hard. His eyes are two slits of pure rage. “Status,” he barks into the com.

“Four alive, plus one.” Casin answers.

“The malworm didn’t work.” Helena’s voice comes through the com.

“Six alive.” Casin corrects.

“Where are you?” Corin asks, and there’s movement beside my feet. He helps her push two bodies off her and sit up.

“How do you know?” Juordin asks.

“The ship would have stopped by now. Alarms would be going off again. Somehow, they’ve neutralized it.”

Everyone is silent for a moment.

“Do we try again or just leave?” Casin asks.

“I have a backup plan.” I take the bag off my back and pull out the bomb.

There is dead silence once more, then everyone acts at once.

“Holy shit! Is that the…” Juordin looks as if he’s going to pass out.

“Whoa!” Corin and Bodrin put up their hands at the same time.

Casin smacks the forehead of his helmet with his hand. “I can’t believe it.”

Juordin narrows his eyes and looks at him.

“Yes, it is!” I yell into the com. “Let’s do whatever we have to with it and get the hell out of here!”

But they all continue to stand there for a moment, meaningful looks passing between them.

“What’s going on?” I demand.

“We don’t have a fuse for that bomb. We can’t just leave it. Someone will have to stay behind and do it manually,” Corin answers.

“I’ll do it,” Juordin, Helena, Corin, and I all answer at the same time.

“Let me do it,” Helena continues, looking at Juordin. “My leg is just about gone. I’d need to amputate it, and we don’t have the equipment on your small spaceship.”

We all look at each other again, then down at her.

“Our malworm didn’t work.” Tears fill her eyes. “Let me make up for that by destroying as many as I can. Who knows—maybe taking down their ship will affect their communications. At the very least, it will take care of who knows how many cats.”

It’s a terrible option. But it’s the only option.

“I’ll stay with her.” Bodrin steps forward, limping. “My suit is shredded and my helmet is gone, anyway. We can barricade ourselves in that small room—try to give you some time to escape before we blow it.”

“Is there any other way?” Juordin asks, rubbing his forehead.

“There might be, if we had more time and more knowledge of the ship,” Helena answers. “But we just don’t. And I’m afraid we’re all running out of time.” She looks down at her leg, a sheen on her forehead.

“Your sacrifice will be remembered. Always,” Juordin says, and I hear the others echo
always.

“Casin, Corin, get to the portal,” Juordin orders. “Ande and I will be right behind you.”

Bodrin picks Helena up in his arms and we follow them down the hall and to the right. They open the door and enter the small room, and when it closes behind them, Juordin turns back, pushing me back the direction we came.

As we round the corner to the portal, I can see more cats at the opposite end of the hall.

“Run!” Juordin snarls, and we leap over the dead cat bodies in the hall trying to get to the portal.

I slip in a pool of blood, falling forward.

“Hurry up!” Casin yells, looking between us and the cats.

Juordin picks me up and grips the back of my suit as we run.

But the cats are almost at the portal.

Casin begins to close the door.

“Fuck!” Juordin yells.

He can’t tell Casin to keep it open.

We have to make it before the cats.

Or we die.

We reach the portal just as the first cat does, and at that moment, Casin opens the door with such a speed that the cat crashes into it with a sickening crunch. He and Corin pull us in as Casin slams the door shut behind us. Scratching and yowling at the window tells me the rest of the cats are right outside.

“Hold your breath if your suit is ripped!” Juordin orders.

The hissing and yowling outside the door is deafening. I hold my breath, praying we all make it. Our suits are in tatters.

Then Corin is opening the outer door.

We all climb out, hanging on to the cord and heading for our ship. The trip is short, but I can still feel the blood pounding in my head from holding my breath. I climb the steps.

Juordin closes the outer door, and a few moments later, we’re all sucking in fresh oxygen.

“Let’s not do that again,” Casin says, but Juordin is already running past him, sprinting down the hall to the command center.

I’m right behind him in case he needs me. We have to get away as fast as possible.

He throws himself into the captain’s chair, his fingers flying across the blinking lights on the glass in front of him. He presses the button that usually makes us go…

…but nothing happens.

My heart stops.

“Fuck!” We shout at the same time.

I didn’t think of a plan C.

To be continued…

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Chapter One

The private spacecraft touched down in the ship yard with a familiar groan. Hannah swung her booted feet off the oversized chair in front of her, and pressed her palms against the window. A few people outside had turned to stare.

Her dad just had to travel in style! Yeah, the small craft moved faster and smoother than most, but just the sight of it would tell everyone that someone uncommonly wealthy and powerful travelled inside.

Which was exactly the opposite of what she wanted.

At least mother hadn’t come. The woman had been a sobbing mess. The academy was already like a ghost, its memories haunting her mother with every step. Seeing her daughter there… Hannah couldn’t even imagine how badly that would’ve ended.

But how to deal with her father?

She leaned back in her chair and regarded him.
Here goes nothing!

“It might be better if you waited in the ship,” she suggested in her least argumentative voice.

Her father lowered his computer interface, one brow raised in annoyance. “Do you think I travelled with you all the way here simply to-- how did you put it? Wait in the ship?”

Disappointment flared. A true parent would’ve understood that an adult child deserved independence. Even on one of the most important days of her life, it was ‘the commander’ escorting her to the academy, not her father. She should’ve known the moment he’d donned his deep blue uniform, perfectly starched and pressed as always.

You did know
, her brain insisted, but the ache in her heart said she’d hoped she was wrong.

“Please?” she forced a smile.

He raised his interface once more, so only his neatly trimmed, steel-gray hair peeked over the top of it. “I pulled more strings than you can possibly imagine to allow you to attend The Starflight Academy under your mother’s maiden name. Even though I consider it an insult to my family. I will not act as your chauffeur, too.”

Hannah took a deep breath, fighting the urge to explode. “There isn’t much point in all of that if we enter the school together- now, is there?” she challenged.

He glared over the top of his computer. “If I had it my way, you’d either be attending the academy with guards at your side, around the clock, or I’d simply assign you a position on my ship. And before you interrupt me, yes, I do admire your desire to follow in my footsteps. After all your training already, I think it requires a certain kind of person to be willing to attend this challenging of a program, simply because your drive to never settle for less.” He paused. “That’s a Stowe family trait I might add.”

His praise, even wrapped in anger, stunned her. Perhaps he was starting to think of how much he was going to miss her when she was gone. Regardless about how much he mumbled about his ‘rebellious’ child.

“BUT,” he added, squashing her hopes with one word. “I also think your ego is outweighing your intelligence. Being my child is dangerous. The fact that you want to pretend otherwise doesn’t make the truth of your situation any different. By going here, you are putting yourself and me at risk.”

It took her a second to answer. And when she did, her words came out dangerously calm. “One day I’m going to be the captain of a class ten ship, and there is nothing in the world anyone can do to stop me.”

Her father didn’t respond. His gaze was already back on his screen.

Frustrated, she tapped her fingers on her leg, feeling precious seconds ticking away. She needed to change his mind before it was too late. She was twenty-one god-damn years old, she didn’t need her
daddy
to drop her off, and she certainly didn’t need the
Fleet Admiral
ruining any chance she had at a normal academy experience.

“We both know why I don’t want to be connected to you here.” The idea of living in her father’s shadow forever made her feel as if the walls were closing in around her. “But you’ve got to admit, the less people who know I’m your daughter, the safer I’ll be.”

There was a moment of silence. “This topic is closed.” Then, after a moment, he added. “We both know how gravely you want to be free of me, but remember, your people still need you. Whenever I call, your service to us will come above all else.”

Like he would ever let her forget.

She touched the small scar just below her hairline. “I remember.”

Looking back out her window, she stared at the crowded dock. Spaceships of all shapes and sizes had come from many worlds to drop the next class of students at the prestigious academy. She wanted to be anonymous among them. To create a new life, a new reputation for herself based upon her own merit.

At the same time, it wasn’t smart to push her father. She’d learned a long time ago that if she did, he would simply say no, and there wasn’t enough begging, pleading, or threatening in the world that would change his mind. But that left her few options in a situation like this.

A lot of people said his decisiveness was one of the many reasons he made such a great commander of the Earth fleet.
But it made a lousy quality in a father. He simply didn’t bend. Ever.

“I hope William is here.” Her best friend was the one person who understood her complicated relationship with her father, and she’d missed him fiercely over the past few weeks.

“I wouldn’t count on it.”

She stiffened at her father’s response, not realizing she’d spoken her thoughts aloud.

“It’d take a miracle for him to reach Turonga. Without a private ship, he’d need a great deal of money and a whole lot of luck to find someone able to fly him this far,” he stated, not looking up from whatever he was reading on his computer. “The Academy strives to accept its recruits from families of good-standing. A gardener’s son is hardly—“

“You mean families with money.” Heat rushed over her as anger built.

“Contrary to what you think of me, it isn’t his lack of money that concerns me as much as his race.
Chamyions
are gutless weasels. His father was a gardener. His father before him was a gardener, and if I was going to make a bet, I’d say this boy will be a gardener, as well. Working on a ship requires a certain… strength of spirit and will that his genetics simply don’t lend themselves to.”

She clenched the plush handles on her seat and leaned forward. “You don’t know him at all. He’ll be here.” She paused only a second, not long enough to stop her words before they came. “Although we could’ve guaranteed it if we’d only allowed him to use our ship.”

He lowered his computer and met her unwavering gaze. “If he can’t make it here on his own, he’ll never pass the test to get in. It would’ve been a waste of all our time.”

She stood. “You just wait—“

“Sit down,” he commanded, his tone no longer that of a father, but a captain. “This isn’t the time for female hysterics.”

Every muscle begged her to do exactly the opposite. Her heart urged her to shatter his computer console against the window. But her mind knew how all of this would end, which was quite badly. He’d probably march her right up to the front door and announce her identity to the entire academy.

With effort, she forced herself to sit.

Her heart pounded. William had to be here! And he had to pass the test! That would show her father he was wrong.

The door to their ship opened and father set his computer down. Rising to his feet, he smoothed the deep blue fabric of his uniform and strode out the door and down the carpeted steps. “Dean Sufters, Professor Walters, how good of you both to meet me here.”

The dean’s voice was grave as she answered back. “Of course. The new recruits will be amazed to see Fleet Admiral Stowe here to greet them.”

Their voices grew quieter. Glancing back through the window, she saw them walking across the spaceship dock. The dean raised her bony arms in one direction, and then the other, pointing out things around the docking yard.

Now is my chance.

Grabbing her duffel bag, she sprang out of her seat and down the steps. Instantly, the commotion of the dock sent her pulse jumping in excitement. Engines roared as spaceships both landed and took off. Airspace Marshal’s in flashing yellow clothes directed traffic. Chattering students walked the path leading into The Academy, causing their own sort of chaos.

It hit her, she’d never felt more at home anywhere in her life.

Darting toward the wide pedestrian path, she effortlessly avoided baggage cars; all while kept her eyes on the skies.
Just in case.
She didn’t want to be the woman nearly squashed by a spaceship. Not on her first day.

An Airspace Marshal glared at her, blocking her way. “Where’s your escort? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to be running through the dock unaccompanied—“

“Apologies!” she shouted, ignoring his warning.

She didn’t slow until she stepped onto the glowing blue surface of the path. Glancing back at her father, his attention was completely consumed by whatever conversation he was having
. Good.
But it wasn’t until she was out of his sight that she finally took a deep breath and eased into a walk.

Her father would be angry when he discovered she’d left, but he wouldn’t do anything about it. Because if he did, everyone would know that the great Fleet Admiral Stowe might be able to effortlessly control the skies, but not his daughter. Never her.

She was free for the first time in her life! Or at least as free as she could ever be. Her father would have eyes everywhere, watching her. But this was not like being back at their mansion, or on board her father’s ship the
Allure
. She’d finally get to interact with people whose jobs and lives didn’t depend on her father.

And there would be lots of other people around her age.
What would that even be like?

Stopping, she looked up at the towering school building. Made from a pristine white stone, it was both beautiful and extremely strong. It had endured five attacks over its three hundred years, and although she knew a few sections had been rebuilt, the rest showed no signs of any of it. At twelve stories tall, with glittering windows, it was everything she’d always dreamed of. And more.

This is what she’d been working her entire life for. In one year from today, she’d be graduating from the best flight academy in the universe. After that, she wouldn’t be given a Level Ten ship right off the bat, but eventually, she’d be the third woman in history to every command such a large vessel.

She smiled. That was the plan. All she had to do was stay focused.

A ship flew overhead, but the sound it made was a soft hum, unlike anything she’d heard before. It landed lightly, like a bird settling upon a branch, rather than a giant mechanism touching down. Her jaw dropped. It was a living ship.

Bright green and the size of a small building, twisting vines made up its hull. There were windows and weapons woven into the outside, a seamless combination of technology and nature. Tiny white flowers sprung in intricate patterns, giving it a beauty that lacked in the ships around it.

She took a step towards it. Only Keltairs could fly a living ship. They were given to a child when they reached puberty and grew with the child, if given enough care. She’d studied them extensively, since peace with the Keltairs never seemed to last for long. And her father had taught her- it was important to always know one’s enemy.

But what was a Keltair doing at the academy?

“Hannah!”

She turned instantly at the familiar voice, all thoughts of the unique ship gone with her excitement. “William!”

He grinned and started to jog towards her down the path. His thin body moved almost awkwardly as he ran. He slowed a bit, raising one hand to push back his dark glasses as they slid down his nose. His pale green skin looked paler beneath the harsh sunlight of Turonga. For an instant, she wondered why he wasn’t wearing his floppy hat over his bald head to help protect his sensitive skin. But as he drew closer, his widening smile pushed away her concerns.

“You’re here! I’ve been waiting for you to arrive.”

She embraced him. “I’m so glad you made it.”

Tears choked her throat as they clung to each other for a long moment, before she pulled back.

His face was flushed. “I told you nothing would stop me.”

“And, you’re officially in?”

He pulled a neatly folded paper from the pocket of his frayed shirt and opened it gently. “I just got the notice.”

She hugged him again, crushing the paper between them. People said the gardener’s son was over-reaching when he became her unofficial training partner in preparation for the academy. But she’d known better.

In her life, she’d come across many different people, and she knew he had it in him to be a great engineer on a spaceship. So, she’d made him her partner whenever she trained at the mansion, teaching him all she learned from her ‘official’ tutors aboard the
Allure.

Even knowing that he’d never be recruited for the academy, he’d focused on learning everything he needed to know to become a spaceship engineer. He’d have to join the one percent of people who arrived the week before sign-up to be tested. If he passed, he’d be given a full scholarship to attend. She’d spent the past three weeks wondering if he’d not only made it safely to Turonga, but also if he’d passed the test. The fact that he’d done both was almost miraculous.