Page 15 of Rescued By The Alien Prince Pirate

"Keep your ray gun close and ready," Cyburn advised, his gaze flickering to my only defense. "Use it if you need to, but you need to make sure you aim as carefully as possible in case we get into a large tussle.

I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight. My hands were clammy as I nervously attempted to keep a strong grip on the gun.

"I've got it," I promised him, although I wasn't sure how convincing I sounded to him or myself.

It didn't matter anymore. The robots were wired and buzzing all around us now like a mini tornado, storming us from every angle.

At first, Cyburn and Nix were able to fight them off relatively easily. In fact, I was pretty impressed with their seasoned skills.

The robots were quick, but Cyburn was stronger and much bigger than them. Most of the front line robots were not even half Cyburn's size in stature.

Some of them were even smaller thanme.Cyburn had no trouble eliminating them first. With some of them, all he had to do was give them a swift kick with his boot and they'd go flying, releasing these weird, scratchy shrieks before slamming into the walls and shorting out with little sparks and sputters coming out of their bodies.

They hissed and went limp, dying on impact because their little bodies couldn't handle the blunt force of impact.

Even after they were out of the way, the fight wasn't over. The larger ones filtered in behind them. It was like an entire brigade of them marching toward us, like a mini army ready to take us out.

We were horribly outnumbered, but I refused to give up. If I lost faith in Cyburn and Nix, the true magnitude of my fear would settle in and rip me apart faster than these robots could ever hope to do.

Still, Cyburn was impressive as he divided and conquered. He was like a sexy alien soldier, stealing weapon after weapon from these awful robots— and maybe my heart— piece by piece, in the process.

I watched him in awe. He was unbelievable, battling these robotic monsters. He raised his giant arms and brought them crashing down on the robots, bending their arms, and crushing their skulls with his massive hands.

He left them in jagged pieces of twisted metal, withering and dying on the floor. The sound of their shorting out would probably haunt my nightmares for years to come, but like I said before, it was either us or them.

Even against the odds, even though it seemed like we might not stand a chance, Cyburn and Nix held their own against the savage beasts.

Cyburn had something that these alien robots didn't— and that was a huge body lined with solid, authentic muscle mass.

Say what you would about these robots. They were smart, they were savvy, they were quick. However, they just didn't have the physical power to dominate Cyburn or Nix.

That didn't go to say that I still wasn't worried about the outcome because I was. The robots kept barreling in— in droves. There were so many of them. They clustered around is in a circle, ready to kill us.

I knew Cyburn would protest, but I felt like I was going to have to step in and help him and Nix at any second. We were running out of time to keep the upper hand.

Cyburn was brought to the ground by five robots that cornered him out of nowhere in a sneak attack from behind. None of us saw it coming. There was too much else going on around us. It was hard to fight them off from literallyeverydirection.

The robots were taller than me, but they were still shorter than Cyburn. It didn't matter because they had him heavily backed into the corner of the wall. They pushed their guns in his face and began punching and kicking at him, relentlessly pounding on him so badly that I actually felt a terrified scream surging from the depths of my gut and my throat.

My senses had a delay because it was still several seconds later before I even heard the sound of my own shouting escaping from my mouth.

Cyburn was getting beat down to the ground. He was in a ball, curled up on the floor of the corridor. I heard him roaring with anger and frustration.

I glanced over at Nix, feeling desperate, but Nix had his own fair share of problems going on. He was cornered too, as another batch of robots attempted to do the same thing to him as they were doing to Cyburn.

I was on my own. If I didn't do something to pull Cyburn out of this mess, I seriously feared that they were going to kill him within the next couple minutes.

I leapt to his aid, plunging myself into the thick of it without a single ounce of hesitation. I couldn't think about it. I just had to act. Cyburn needed me. He was risking his life to protect me, and now it was my turn to return the favor.

The robots stood over him, aggressively beating Cyburn as he wailed in pain. All I could see at this point was the tuft of white-blond hair atop his head, and a little glimpse of his leaf-green hands as he raised them above his head, coiling them around his head in an effort to protect himself.

"Run," Cyburn insisted. "Carmela, get out of here— damnit —run!"

Cyburn's argument was compelling. His voice was grizzly and urgent. I knew he was going to keep insisting. Part of me wanted to flee, but I couldn't live with myself if I didn't help him.

I wanted to follow his instructions, but this time I broke the mold. I stepped in and did what I could for him, although I still felt like I was falling short. I glanced at the robots in front of me. Their backs were turned toward me. I saw their control panel and saw it as a perfect opportunity to try and shut them down manually.

It was a long shot, but it was worth a try because as soon as I tried to shoot them with my ray gun, the gun inexplicably jammed on me, giving me no other option but to try to manually shut down the operating system that was controlling these vile robots.

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