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My chin rose. People were dying and they wanted to see whose balls were bigger? Not happening. “I know you think I’m just an uppity female who doesn’t know her place.”My lips twisted in self-mockery.“But just like you, my goal is to stop the Tai-Kok and Rodan from destroying my world.”
“How old are you?”Captain Zan abruptly demanded.
I rolled my eyes. Ugh, he just had to ask.“Eighteen.”
“You are a youngling!”
The shock in the captain’s eyes was kinda funny.“And?”
“In need of a keeper,”Sariel added.
I gave him the one-fingered salute.
Kaelen growled in my head,“Manners, Lexi.”
Like the Askole knew what that gesture meant?
“Is the situation on your world so dire that they would send a child to do a soldier’s work?”Captain Zan inquired.
“Yes. Just like the Askole, we arm our children and teach them how to fight.”
The captain shook his head in disbelief.“Incredible. Are they as fearless as you?”
“Humans are a unique species. Do not dismiss them as harmless,”Qa’a commented.
Kaelen nodded.“The humans have been fighting the Tai-Kok and Rodan for over three years. Most worlds fall in two weeks.”
“I want to meet your leaders,”Captain Zan announced.
“That can be arranged.”Uncle Zarek said, frowning when his communications bracelet began to chirp.
Seconds later, Kaelen’s device buzzed loudly and soon everyone’s communication bracelets were going off.
Shit! Not good. “What happened?” I asked in English.
“The prototype for a new starfighter was just stolen from the Alliance military base on Roskilde,” Kaelen responded in English.
I smiled. “So, we have our first case?”
“Yes, get your gear.”Qa’a answered.
Chapter Five
Crime doesn’t pay…
Poof! Kaelen and I appeared in Uncle Zarek’s quarters. He grabbed my sterilized armor belt off the bed and gave it to me.“It cannot protect you if you are not wearing it.”
“Yes, sir.”I quickly put it on and pushed the activation button.Snikt.Schlik.Schlik. Schlik.I shivered as it encased me all the way to my neck. It felt so freakin’ weird. My eyebrows rose as Kaelen began pulling weapons off the walls.“I don’t think we’re gonna need the swords or the war hammers, sweetie.”
Kaelen shrugged.“It is better to be prepared.”
“What’s going on?”Dad asked, placing Jaxor on the bed as Kaelen handed him a sword.
“We got a case. Someone just stole a prototype starfighter.”
“Anyone dead or injured?”Dad got his notepad out.
“Don’t know.”
