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Dad bellowed,“Thirteen? I thought it was nine?”
I shrugged and darted into the bathroom.
I opened the bag. Silky black underwear. That fit perfectly. Too perfectly. Next, I took out black leggings and a long-sleeved black knee-length tunic made of some kind of velvet-like material with a silver design woven into it. It was utterly beautiful. I hurriedly dressed and wished I had a mirror. What had the shower from hell done to my hair?
“Captain Zan has no interest in your appearance,”Uncle Zarek growled.“Come to the conference room. Now.”
“Yes, sir.”I pulled on the black ankle boots Kaelen had provided and rushed out.
Dad and Kaelen stared at me.
“Is it my hair?”
“No, you’re gonna knock ‘em dead sweetheart.”
Kaelen held out his hand.“You are perfect.”
“Uh-huh.”I placed my hand in his.“Take good care of Jaxor, Dad.”
He rocked Jaxor in his arms.“I will.”
Chapter Four
Earth girls aren’t easy…
There was a flash of black, and we appeared in a large conference room. One wall was covered with instruments of death. Swords, knives, laser pistols, rifles, war hammers and what looked like a variety of thermite grenades. A viewscreen showcased Cirrus Prime’s sparkling pink oceans.
Qa’a and a variety of alien warriors were sitting at a long platinum conference table. Built into the right arm of each chair was a control panel.
A short, Chinese-looking dude in a spiffy red uniform examined me from head-to-toe.“This is the human female warrior. Do you expect me to believe she single-handedly blew up fifteen Tai-Kok ships?”
“I blew up thirteen ships alone. The others I had help with.”
There was a short, disbelieving silence, then Captain Zan bellowed,“Impossible.”
“Are you calling me a liar, Captain?”
“With the exception of the Askole race, females are not suited for battle,”the captain shot back.
My temper flared to life.“On my world, you fight or you die.”I slammed Captain Zan’s mind with the images of our burning cities where female soldiers fought alongside the men.“Maybe if you had taught your females how to fight, the slaughter at Byblos wouldn’t have happened.”
“You dare to speak of Byblos,”Captain Zan spat.“I knew this meeting was a mistake. I should challenge you to combat.”
I gave him my Debbie Sunshine smile.“Challenge accepted.”
Zarek stiffened.
Kaelen groaned.
“Enough!”Qa’a slapped a tentacle on Captain Zan’s forehead. The captain’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped in his chair.
With a bellow of rage, the Alliance officer sitting next to Zan shoved his chair back and yanked out his weapon.“Prepare to die!”
All the warriors sitting at the table erupted to their feet, weapons in hand.
Before a firefight could start, I kicked the pistol out of the idiot’s hand, spun, and planted my size twelve boot in his groin.
The Alliance officer doubled over with a squeak. I rammed my knee into his face. He hit the floor and moaned pitifully.
