Freya's blaster went off at the same time.
Revo was on the ground as well.
Freya lowered her weapon. The winds swirled and made the layered dress dance.
Her hands trembled. As did her lip.
"Ambassador?" Kian came to her side.
She stared into the horizon. "There will be more coming. If they're not already here. We need to find shelter."
Kian agreed.
10
Even their showers were weird, Freya thought as she climbed out of the sonic wave cleaner, like what was used during space travel. But unlike the small stalls one would find on a spaceship, this was one large room that she and the Rhimodian had to walk through before entering the base.
This building had firm stone walls along the side that faced the beach than the row of apartments. It looked more like a military installation than what the cyborg had dubbed the operations station.
Still, it looked like a welcome, sturdy location. The cyborg wanted to get to a more advantageous place as soon as possible. She agreed. Charro using bio-masking tech would be harder to track, and Freya didn’t crave any more surprises on this trip. There had been enough already.
Now the region's weather elements of this world were kicking up hard.
Even in the sonic shower, she could hear the wind whistling outside. It had intensified as the daylight diminished, bringing the external temperature down. She was thankful they'd reached the structure before the storm blew her away.
Her formal robes had made it very hard to walk, and she had been tempted more than once to throw them down and forget them. But as the wind picked up, the temperature dropped. While her companion showed no irritation at the colder air, the robes did keep her warm.
Except for her bare feet.
Her shoes had somehow vanished between the escape pod crash and when she woke on the shore.
The sand had been smooth under her feet, and she had not minded it. The grass and dirt, however, had been quite uncomfortable, but rather a little discomfort than being found by more Charro.
At least this place had a clean, smooth floor. Cold but smooth.
It was better to focus on that than think about shooting that Charro. That was something she'd have to learn to live with.
She had taken the training classes for defending the princess just like she was supposed to. Passed them appropriately, and it had included learning to use a collection of weapons. Blaster training had been part of that.
Freya had never thought she’d actually have to do it.
Shooting another living being had horrified her. The only justification she had was that he would have killed her had she not killed him first.
Yet another nightmare to add to the collection.
Freya glanced out the wall of windows that surrounded the shelter. Her formal robes draped over a station console. The cyborg had taken her heavy robes so she could get a deeper cleanse after he had washed.
From outside, she watched his progress in the chamber before either of them could enter the base.
And how his clothing seemed to vanish into his skin when he stepped inside.
Revealing every part of him.
He kept his back to her, but stars, his behind.
Perfectly sculpted, truly a masterpiece of genetics.
Not to mention his back and shoulders.
