Page 2 of Taken By The Alien Warrior Pirate

“The hangar,” Nix exclaimed, pointing with fully-disclosed excitement. His deep emerald cheeks rounded as he smiled, and his almond-shaped black eyes glimmered with relief.

Cyburn picked up his pace, taking me with him. My legs got a second wind, encouraged by the fact that we were in the home stretch.

“Just a little bit further and we can leave this wretched ship behind before it blows to bits,” Cyburn declared with a booming voice and a hint of insistence.

I nodded, locking eyes with him briefly before he turned his leaf green back to me and charged on ahead.

We weaved our way through several heaps of collapsed robots, some piled up on top of each other. Severed robot arms and limbs were raked across the corridor floors, littering the chambers of the ship with robot-body-parts rubble.

It was like a war zone.

Along the way, Nix and Cyburn had tallied up a few of their Alesian soldiers who had been on the ship the entire time with us — in separate locations of course — to assist in the widespread wiping out of the Belic robots. The mission hadn’t been easy for them but had been exceedingly successful.

Aside from the fact that the main harvester on the ship, an Alesian-hybrid robot named Jun, had fled the scene with his giant killbots and enacted the Operator of the ship to explode on command. We were desperate to flee the ship before that happened.

Some of Cyburn’s soldiers were more injured than others. Some of them were bleeding pretty badly as they struggled to make it to their own hover flyers. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. I knew they needed our help. I hated looking into their frantic eyes knowing that they were just as worried about making it off this ship as we were.

“Here,” Cyburn said, skirting across the hangar with me in tow. “Put these on,” he said as he hastily shoved a life support suit at me.

I fumbled with it for a few sloppy seconds, my hands shaking and flustered.

“This is the one that belongs to my wife, remember?” Nix asked, his eyes skimming me quickly.

“Right.” I nodded my understanding as I began to climb into the complicated ensemble — with Cyburn’s assistance. Nix and I made eye contact again just as I was slipping into the finishing touches of the suit. “Thank you for letting me borrow it.”

“Of course.” Nix nodded diplomatically. “There is no other way to get you off the ship without it. You’ll need the oxygen as soon as we break away from the ship.”

Nix was right. The suit was a little big for me, but it would get the job done. It was all about survival. It wasn’t like I could just ride out into the open vacuum of deep space without the protective gear.

We hurriedly jumped into the hovercrafts. They were compact, tight spaces that were dark with windows on each boxy side of the vessel.

There were switches and buttons on the control panel that lit up — each of which I couldn’t evenbeginto understand what they did.

Riding along-side Cyburn, he pressed the button functions and switched the gears, grimacing, gritting his teeth and tightening his sexy, chiseled jawline as we flew like a missile through the empty void of black space.

The Bladecame into view after only a lapse of mere minutes.

“It’s there, waiting for us,” I exclaimed.

Cyburn tossed me a confused glance. His temple twitched. “You sound surprised.”

“I don’t know what to feel,” I answered honestly.

However, nervous anticipation for the future was at the top of my list of emotions.

Cyburn flew under theBlade,a giant black ship, boxy and rectangular, thick, and protective. It was larger than I’d been expecting. I didn’t even want to breathe until we’d made it into the hangar in one piece.

The under compartment hatch opened, and a soft yellow glow of light began to illuminate underneath the ship.

Cyburn concentrated and began to maneuver the hovercraft upward into the hangar one carefully calculated slide at a time.

Once we were on the landing strip and Cyburn shut off the engines, I finally allowed myself to relax and inhale a deep breath. My body unstiffened, and Cyburn helped me climb out of the hover vessel.

The moment we had our feet on solid ground again, a woman hurriedly strode up to us, her expression maddened and frantic.

“Amada…” Cyburn’s face fell. He looked jolted to see this woman.

Her eyes roamed over him before they icily cut to me with seething disapproval. I braced myself for an inevitable confrontation with this strange and hostile woman who seemed like she was chomping at the bit to tear me apart.

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