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Vengeance hates all humans. They killed every being he ever cared about. When the huge C Model cyborg is told he’s genetically compatible with the enemy, he makes it his mission to capture the female and use her to expel all humans from his home planet.
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He was the enemy, and worse than that, he was a cyborg. His kind had killed her loved ones, decimated her entire clan.
Her lust flowed to guilt which escalated her anger until she burned with it, her rage consuming her. She would avenge them.
“This is for my clan.”
The cyborg’s beautiful blue eyes widened. His big body blurred.
She tapped the surface of the private viewscreen. The boom was temporarily deafening. Debris blasted upward, tearing the two ships to pieces. Astrid hugged the ground as waves of wind and heat swept over her, the impact felt even as far away as she was positioned. Flames engulfed the site, an orange, yellow, and red vortex of destruction.
No one, not even a cyborg, could have survived that.
That thought should have filled her with triumph. She had won, had protected the planet and herself, delivered justice for her loved ones.
Astrid found no joy in the warrior’s death. Instead, she experienced disappointment, a bewildering sense of loss.
That was due to the battle being over so soon. She pushed herself to her booted feet. Stuck on her home planet, with merely the ghosts for company, she wouldn’t face another opponent soon.
Unless the cyborg had called for backup. That was unlikely.
She dusted off her hip coverings. He’d been an arrogant brute, full of himself.
You will be captured by the end of the planet rotation. He’d declared in that deep voice of his.
“I guess you were wrong about that, cyborg.” She drew her long gun, gripping it in her hands.
The warrior should be dead, but she wasn’t a fool. Until she found his body and confirmed the kill, she would assume he remained alive, a threat to her.
A part of her hoped that was true, the part of her that had already relented on her vow not to honor him with a warrior’s send-off. She couldn’t curse him to an eternity of aimless wandering, couldn’t deny him the ability to fight in the Great Battle alongside his clan.
Astrid didn’t have the heart to do that, couldn’t be as callous as his kind had been to her loved ones.
Fuel-laden smoke seared her nostrils, filled her lungs. She walked through the rubble, looking for the shiny silver of a cyborg’s frame. Fires burned. Cords snapped with energy. She kicked pieces of a ship’s panel out of the way, searching the site for any signs of her enemy.
The blast location was large, her vessel destroyed along with his. She would have to arrange a pickup if she wanted to leave the planet.
There was no urgency. Her clan had survived for many generations with no outside assistance, drinking the water in the streams, hunting the creatures in the woods. She could do the same.
Moments passed as she strode back and forth, back and forth, covering the debris field again and again. She spotted nothing, no silver frame, no flesh, no gray skin.
And she felt as though she was being watched, the tiny hairs on the back of her neck standing up.
