Page 80 of Made For The Alien Warrior

Daz had a point, but Symphony didn’t like being told what to do. Especially by cocky alien warriors who liked giving orders but not information.

“It is okay, Sim-pony,” Tiegan said.

“But…”

“It would calm my heras if you did not watch. I do not want you to be alarmed.”

“Are you sure?” she whispered.

He nodded.

Hating to feel dismissed but realizing that she had no more excuses to stick around, she stepped away from the lake.

“I’ll be right back,” she promised Tiegan.

He raised a hand in acknowledgement.

As she walked outside, Symphony pondered the mystery of Daz’s true identity. He seemed to be an important member of his tribe or ‘tribas’ as Tiegan called it.

He was a different kind of ‘terros’ than Korben. While Korben saw everyone as equal and frequently consulted the others on what to do, Daz seemed much less… approachable.

Even now, he’d sent her with an instruction for the other warriors. He seemed certain that they’d listen to his instruction even if the command came from her lips. Was he the Plutonian equivalent of a prince?

She turned the bend and glanced around, noting the grass dancing in the wind and the trees shooting to the sky. The sun was about to set and brilliant strokes of orange and red blazed across the horizon.

Stars were already twinkling too, pointing to the giant twin planet that hovered in the distance. Symphony realized she’d become accustomed to that view, almost seeking it out like a second moon.

“Do you think my terros will stand still!”

Her eyes widened when she heard the voices. Quickening her steps, Symphony ran around the side of the cave and stopped short when she saw the rebel tied up and kneeling on the ground.

He lifted his head at that moment and his eyes blazed into hers. “Human.”

“Plutonian.” She let all the disdain in her body seep out of her voice.

One of the warriors stepped forward, looking big and scary. “You should not be here.”

“According to the Healer, you shouldn’t be here either.” Her lips curled up. Had the Healer ordered an interrogation? So what was that big speech about all Plutonians being equal and not casting judgement?

“The Healer does not know about this,” the warrior said.

“So this is Daz’s command?”

The warrior looked away which, in itself, was a confirmation.

Suddenly, the rebel began to laugh.

She glanced at him, her lips curling down in a snarl.

“You will pay for what you have done to me, human,” the Plutonian warned. “You and all the humans who seek to infest our bloodline and rid us of our freedoms willpay.”

She smiled at him. “Not if I make you pay first.”

He quickly shut his mouth.

She moved her glare from the prisoner to the Plutonian guards. “Have you already begun to question him?”

“We have orders to wait for the terros.”