Page 10 of Made For The Alien Warrior

Zar, the warrior with the hottest temper, had been quiet until now, but he gritted his teeth and suddenly spat, “When I get my hands on the ones who tortured this female, they will wish they never saw the face of the sun.” He growled. “Any species who comes after humans is my enemy.”

“We do not know anything for sure,” the Healer said.

“We know that she was tortured,” Lans hissed, his eyes flashing. “We know that she was dropped into our sacred damas. Almost like a warning. Whoever is involved in this wants us to know they can harm our humans. Why else would they send her to our most sacred place?” He swung his head to face the Healer. “It is a warning.”

“Perhaps.”

Tiegan stared at the Healer. Studying others had become his habit. While his comrades tended to speak first and act impulsively, Tiegan learned that he could win more battles when he was quiet.

“You seem calm in the face of this threat,” Tiegan said, folding his arms over his chest. “It was not so long ago that we lost many of our own in battle. Are you not worried?”

“I think there might be something more at play,” the Healer responded. His lips flattened into a thin, thoughtful line. His eyes seemed to be hiding deep musings.

“You said youfeltthe human’s arrival, but you never told me how.”

“I do not know. In that moment, there was a… power that leaked out of me. Almost as if another was drawing on my source from the damas.”

“Impossible!” Korben rose to his feet.

“Can you explain this, Healer?” Rune asked.

“I cannot.”

Anxiety clutched him tight again. What would become of the human female if his tribas could only offer uncertainties? The Healer was the oldest Plutonian in their camp. If he did not know the answers, they were truly blind.

The Healer met his eyes. “But I do know for certain that there are others.”

“We should look for them,” Clavas said. “What if they are still trapped with the ones who tortured this female?”

Lans turned to Rune. “Is there enough nano-technology for the others. Just in case they, too, lost their limbs?”

“I made enough that Kenzi could live a long life.” He bobbed his head. “There is more if needed.”

“Good.” Korben jutted his finger at Clavas, Zar and Lans. “We wait to hear what news Sah-ah brings from the female and then we will make a plan based on her information. She must have seen something we can use to locate the others.”

The warriors nodded.

“What of Tiegan?” Rune asked.

Korben cast him a small look. “I believe Tiegan would rather stay and watch over this female.”

“I can go if I am needed,” Tiegan said, his cheeks burning.

“And yet your offer sounds as if I am pulling your tail off your body.”

Tiegan glanced away from the terros. “I think Sah-ah is returning.”

Indeed, Korben’s mate entered the room, her dark hands clutched in front of her and a crease between her black eyebrows.

Korben ran to Sah-ah. “Intera-won, what did the female say?”

“Her name is Symphony.”

“Sym…” Tiegan tried to move his tongue the way Sah-ah did and stumbled over the clunky earth-ling term. “Sim-pony?”

“Close enough.” Sah-ah frowned. “She is from earth, but the strange thing is… she wasn’t kidnapped.”

“Did you describe the Uldimar Raiders to her?” Zar asked, referring to the creatures who often kidnapped earthen females for profit.