The Alien Warrior King's Accountant - Loki Renard Page 0,47
hurtling toward potential oblivion.
But I am doing it by his side. And that’s all I care about.
I am furious at the man from DICK for betraying us this way, though I know he is just an underling. Whoever is at the top of that organization is a true monster, worse than any of the ones I have encountered so far. To have ordered destruction out of pettiness because Tyrant had an accountant who actually understood their regulations and didn’t just pay out what amounted to protection money? That’s cruel, craven, and unsporting.
Tyrant says we are going to destroy them. I believe him. I don’t understand how, but I am sure he has his methods, even if nobody else on the ship seems to understand them.
“Sire, are you planning on enlightening us as to the plan before we are blown out of the sky as we enter DICK territory?”
Terrible is sassy as always.
“We don’t have an army anymore, but we can use someone else’s.”
Is Tyrant being enigmatic on purpose? Or is he just so focused on his idea that he doesn’t have the time or energy to expound on it? It’s very dramatic, either way.
“We don’t have the riches to pay a mercenary force. And it is not a good idea to try to engage one as we fly, full speed into the maw of death.”
“I wasn’t thinking a mercenary force. I was thinking something else.”
“What?”
“You’re not going to like it.”
“I don’t like any of this.”
Tyrant holds up a small, clear vial filled with some kind of gooey substance.
“This is a distillation of the human’s juices. I gathered them after our mating frenzy.”
“How disgusting,” Terrible says. I can’t say I much disagree with him.
“Watch,” Tyrant says, pushing the vial into the bridge computer. “That is going to coat the head of a long range missile, which I will launch… NOW!”
There is a bright flare as a missile heads toward the double binary star system which houses DICK. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m actually worried for Tyrant. He sounds like I did when I decided socks were just floppy shoes. Is he losing touch with reality in the grief of his loss?
“Watch,” he says, his eyes locked on the screen which he keeps increasing the zoom on until we are looking at a rounded black station which I am guessing must be the nexus of DICK.
“Wait…”
“Wait for it…”
“Waiiiiit…”
We are all waiting. Tyrant. Me. Terrible. Twelve generals who all watched me being absolutely ravaged to within an inch of my life. There’s nothing we can do but watch, and, as Tyrant insists, wait.
“Annnd… impact!”
The missile strikes DICK head on. There’s a flash of light and smoke which clears a second or two later to reveal… nothing. The missile hasn’t left so much as a dent on the station.
“Well,” Terrible says. “It was nice knowing you all. Have a good total annihilation.”
“Wait…” Tyrant says.
He doesn’t seem to be registering that his missile didn’t work. I look at him in concern, wondering if he did just fly us all to our collective deaths. If these are the last moments of life I have left, I wish I wasn’t spending them standing on the bridge looking confused.
And then there’s a sound. Sort of like a: SDFHSDLFHENJKHCZ
It’s a clattering, as if the universe is emptying a cutlery drawer onto the ground.
But that’s not what’s happening. Emerging from all corners of existence at once, so it seems, is the Swarm. Mantids come pouring out of a sudden explosion of wormholes which open up all around the station. It looks as though a hive that we couldn’t see was just hit with an invisible baseball bat.
The Swarm attacks DICK, and unlike the missile, a billion hungry Mantids do make an impact.
“Pheromones,” Tyrant explains. “The missile…”
“Genius, sire!” Terrible exclaims before Tyrant can finish explaining the obvious. My juices coated the DICK HQ, and caused the Swarm to attack.
The swarm is destroying the shell of HQ, and all its agents are spilling out into space in bits. It is a disgusting, satisfying sight.
“We should retreat to a safe distance,” he says. “A few million light years should suffice.”
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Tyrant
I have taken revenge for all my warriors. All those who were taken in an act of cowardice, their souls may now rest at peace. Destroying DICK cannot bring them back, but it can make their sacrifice worthwhile.
We are now at a great distance from what used to be the DICK HQ. It has been completely destroyed, and I am