Page 32 of Kidnapped By the Alien Chieftain

Abruptly, the sounds of battle cease, leaving a deafening silence that makes my heart thud.Is it over?My anxiety skyrockets as I wonder who emerges victorious from the vicious fight. With bated breath, I cautiously raise my head over the console and am met with a scene of utter carnage. The floor is littered with the lifeless bodies of countless Glaseroids, their twisted limbs and mangled forms strewn around the shattered door panel like it is from a grotesque film.

Three of the Klendathian warriors are among the dead. They finally succumbed to the overwhelming numbers of the enemy and their arc pistol blasts.

Suddenly, the silence is broken by a familiar voice, that of the treacherous Psykes leader Yaksai. “Just give us the ship and the female. And you are free to go, yes?” he says, his tone oily.

“Your terms are unacceptable,” Astraxius barks back. “Wise to not trust,’ isn’t that what you said before?”

“Yes, and you trusted anyway, foolish old Klendathian,” Yaksai sneers in response, his contempt for Astraxius clear in his voice.

The air crackles with tension as Astraxius and the lone warrior scan the room for any signs of movement. Just when I think we’re safe, a figure in gleaming golden armor strides through the door. Without hesitation, both Klendathians unleash a barrage of blue blasts from their wrist blasters, but the stranger deflects them all with a swift spin of his blood-red spear as he moves in a blur.

My heart races as he appears before the Klendathian warrior moving almost impossibly fast. “I challenge you, Klendathian.” Astraxius steps back in shock, clearly recognizing the danger this strange newcomer presents.

“How is this possible?” Astraxius exclaims in disbelief. “Carndor, be careful! He wears Nu’warian Exoenhancer armor, and that’s a Nebian laser spear.”

The newcomer turns to face Astraxius. “Stay out of this, old man,” he says, his voice calm and measured.

“I’ll rip you apart and feast on your guts,” Carndor snarls, his eyes locked onto the Golden Warrior as they circle each other, both assessing the other’s movements. The Klendathian towers over his opponent, his energy shield and arc claws at the ready, exuding a primal aura. Meanwhile, the Golden Warrior is lithe and agile, a far cry from the brutish strength of Carndor. Their differences in appearance only intensify the tension between the two as they inch closer, both waiting for the other to make a move.

Carndor launches himself forward, blue power claws extended, aiming for the Golden Warrior’s chest. But the lithe figure is a blur of movement, sidestepping Carndor’s attack with ease. In a fluid motion, the warrior thrusts his red spear forward in retaliation. Carndor barely catches the red blazing spear with his energy shield. Purple sparks explode from the impact. His energy shield flashes out of existence, no match for the Nebian spear. The Golden Warrior leaps back, creating distance. His eye slits on his helmet gleam a menacing red color.

He circles quickly around Carndor, thrusting his spear with lightning-fast jabs towards him, who can only avoid some of them. It’s not long before his armor spurts bloody slashes in numerous places. In desperation, Carndor performs another leaping attack, his arc claw aimed directly towards his opponent’s chest. The Golden Warrior expects Carndor’s attack and swiftly maneuvers with blinding speed, stepping forward and leveraging Carndor’s momentum to impale him along the length of his strange-looking spear.

Despair washes over me as I watch Carndor’s sacrifice. Despite his terrifying killer instinct, he was fighting to protect us in this final, desperate hour. I slump to the ground, awaiting my fate.

The Golden Warrior heaves Carndor’s lifeless body aside and dashes towards me. I stand there, petrified, uncertain of his intentions. But Astraxius comes charging in, his energy claw blazing with power, and somehow lands a glancing hit on the Golden Warrior’s shoulder, slicing off a chunk of armor. The warrior’s reflexes save him from losing his head as he pivots away at the last possible moment.

His roar echoes through the room, a guttural sound that betrays his fury at being surprised.

I watch in horror as the Golden Warrior attacks Astraxius with lightning speed. The whoosh of his spear echoes as it comes down, raking across Astraxius’ midsection, leaving a deep, searing wound. Astraxius collapses in a heap, barely breathing. I let out a blood-curdling scream that reverberates throughout the room, my heart breaking at the sight of the kind old Klendathian crumpled in a heap, hopefully still alive. His once-pristine white robes are now stained with his own strange green blood. I had only known him for a few days, but he had become an anchor of comfort in this strange new world. Now he is dying.Krogoth didn’t come after all. I guess he’s dead, too.

A feeling of utter desolation consumes me as I try to comprehend what plausible reasons these vicious aliens could have for keeping me alive. I can feel the weight of the situation crushing down on me, suffocating me.I don’t care what happens anymore. This existence is too cruel, too brutal.There is no hope, only pain and suffering. The room spins around me as I struggle to keep myself upright, my legs feeling weak beneath me.

But before I can react any further, the Golden Warrior turns towards me with sinister intent. He then unleashes some kindof weapon at me, and the next thing I know, my consciousness is slipping away. As everything fades to black, I hear him say, “You’ve caused my master a lot of trouble.”

Chapter 16

Krogoth

Recruitment

My pulse quickens inexcitement as my fingers turn the lock on the hatch. Finally, after hours of searching, this has to be the place. I turn the wheel with eager determination.

As the hatch loosens with a satisfying click, I hold my breath, hoping to avoid detection. With a gentle push, I open the door all the way, the sound muffled by my careful touch.

Peering inside, I’m struck by the pristine white walls, polished to a mirror-like finish. It’s a stark contrast to the dark, dank, slimy tunnels we just crawled through to get here.

My eyes adjust to the bright light, and I spot two shadows cast on the ground. A quick glance back at Xandor, and I silently signal the presence of two hostiles below with a series of hand signs.

I launch myself down the hatch. My muscles coiled like a spring. As I touch down on the ground with a lithe grace, a thud reverberates through the air, signaling Xandor’s arrival.

As we enter the underground lair of the Whores Orphans, two of their members spin around, surprised by our sudden intrusion. In a flash, I am on them. My hand clamps tightly over one’s mouth to muffle his screams as my other clawed hand punches through his chest with lethal precision.

The gang member slumps to the ground, his body limp and lifeless. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Xandor dispatch the second gang member in a similar brutal fashion.

My eyes dart around, scanning for any further signs of danger. The silence is deafening, and the surprising absence of any more gang members makes me uneasy.

Suddenly, I hear the muffled thuds of Logarn and Traxios as they make their way down the hatch to join us. I take a deep breath and focus, trying to decide which path to take. Three options lie before us, each one a potential danger.

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