Human Pet Prison (Possessive Aliens #7) - Loki Renard Page 0,47
these alien breeders.
Now, if she is alive, she is in even more danger. Not only did I fail to protect her, I have brought new danger to her in the form of a vengeful scythkin. Scizzor is on his way. He may already be here.
Warden and I are quiet. I wonder if he is as nervous as I am, or if this does not matter to him at all. Is this some kind of game? Does he want to save Ella, or does he want to deprive Scizzor of his prey?
The landing pad sucks the ship down onto it. There is a CLUNK as we make very solid contact.
“What the fuck was that?”
“That’s our ship being clamped to the base,” he says. “We're not getting off this planet without having those released by the shipping authority. It’s a security measure. There will be many of them.”
This is starting to feel like a one way ticket. We may not be getting off this planet at all. We might die here. I am content to die for my daughter, but Warden, he is sacrificing everything for me. The guilt is so great I can hardly breathe.
“Are you ready?”
I will never be ready, but not being ready is not an option. My baby is waiting for me, somewhere out there, she’s being held.
“Yes.”
“Stick with me, and say nothing. You can grunt. You can growl, but otherwise I want you to keep your mouth shut, got it?”
“Got it.”
“Anything could happen,” he says. “If I am injured, you have to run. Don’t take the suit off, whatever you do.”
He is scaring me, though I know he is only trying to prepare me for what we are about to do. Scythkin usually attack with great power. They do not sneak in undercover.
Humans are sneaky though. This should be my forte. I used stealth many times in my war against scythkin. If all I have to do is keep quiet and hide in plain sight, it should be well within my abilities.
But the stakes have never been this high before. I’ve never been so nervous, or so outright afraid. When I thought Ella was dead, nothing mattered. I could throw myself into conflict and war in the knowledge that my death could only bring me closer to her.
A rescue is something completely different. It is an act of hope, and hope is not something I am used to having. It almost scares me more than death.
Galactor is a conglomerate, or alliance of aliens who all share a common goal: profit. But this outpost seems to be dominated by a single breed of alien. The kind I have never cared for. As we step off the ship, we are greeted by a small delegation of murketeers, grinning little creepers responsible for breeding and selling humans.
“Welcome to the Human Pet Farm, sirs. Do you have your invitations?”
“Since when does a murketeer need to invite someone to spend money?” Warden responds to the murketeers question with one of his own.
The murketeer grins broadly. “I’m afraid this auction is invitation only. What we do here is on the wrong side of the galactic rules, and we do not allow anybody who is not invited to bid in case they try to enforce the law.”
“That is a pity,” Warden says. “And here we are, with a billion credits to our name and nothing to do with them. I suppose we will be leaving. So sorry to have wasted your time, and ours.”
“A billion credits?” The murketeer’s eyes widen obscenely. Warden is smart. The only thing murketeers like more than overbearing policy is money.
“How much are your invitations?” Warden asks the question casually.
“Sir, if you and your companion would like to come with me, I will go ahead and attempt to obtain an invitation for the pair of you. I will need a name for the records.”
“So you can keep a record of the illegal activity taking place here?”
The murketeer grins even wider.
“For the guarantee, sir. We offer a money back guarantee on all our pets. If they fail to survive twelve Earth months of normal use, you will receive a fifty percent return.”
Normal use. What a disgusting phrase in the context this murketeer means it. I wonder if this suit will allow me to remove that creature’s head from its body. One swipe of one of these blades and it would pop right off. Now that I feel the power of a scythkin, I’m somewhat surprised they don’t spend literally all their