Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Viola Grace
Word Count :17834
Publication Date :2012-07-06
Series : Terran Times#0
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- Product Code: 978-1-77111-458-5
Dark elves, Raiders and a munitions specialist lead to a new life on a locked world and a hunt for a lost code.
Scotia enjoys blowing things up for a living. As telekinetic munitions specialist, she is assigned to blow up the Ikanni station. There is only one problem. She needs to cut off the system defences before she blows it, and there is no way to get inside with the place crawling with Raiders. She needs the code, and the only person who has it is down on Ikanni.
Bael Alder Whiccan was looking at the stars when the streak of light met the crashing and damaged shuttle halfway. He finds the woman at the crash and takes her to the only other one of her kind that he has ever met. Once she is up and around, the impulse to take her becomes a compulsion that he can no longer resist.
The impact of the first strike ripped a hole in her hull, but she was still wearing her suit and mask. The lack of atmosphere didn’t affect her, but her ship wobbled dangerously.
A second strike caused a stream of numbness to her thigh, and she flicked open the coms as she let her ship identify itself. “Ikanni base command, this is the Indianapolis requesting intervention. I have unfriendlies on my tail.”
“This is Base Command. Indianapolis, you are inside our satellites and not close enough for the guns. We will keep an eye out for you, just come on in.”
“Acknowledged. Pick up the pieces if you can.” She grunted as another hit struck her, and her vision grew spotty.
Scotia avoided looking at her leg, because she had the sneaking suspicion it wasn’t there anymore. The base finally appeared on her screens, but she was fading fast. A bright light came up from the planet and passed through her front screen, moving inside the cabin and hovering in front of her. Whatever it was sent her a comforting thought before it spiked into her chest a moment before a final strike shattered her ship into pieces.
* * * *
Bael Alder Whiccan looked up at the falling shuttle. Staring up at the stars was a hobby of his when he couldn’t sleep, and that night his eyes witnessed something amazing. A star shot up from the planet and locked into the falling ship. Light flared and the ship came apart in chunks. If there was anything alive in that shuttle, he doubted it had survived.
He transported himself to the crash site as the attacking ship was blasted to bits by the guns of the base.
He really wasn’t expecting to see a survivor, but a woman was lying naked on sheets of smoking wreckage. Her leg had a fine line on it that disappeared as he stared.
The rest of her body was perfect, unblemished and had a pale colouration that he now knew the origin of. This woman was the same species as Bael Hislar, the Terran commander of Ikanni base.
Her hair was pale gold and tumbled onto the wreckage behind her. Her miraculous survival would remain a mystery, because he had an obligation to get her back to her own people.
He lifted the woman in his arms, and she weighed almost nothing. He could feel the energy inside her, and it shocked him. One of the living souls of Ikanni had made its way into her, protecting her from the blast.