She slowed the reversing engines. The pull stabilized, and Veta started to feel a bit more control.
The other vessel dragged her for a short distance to an open zone.
And dropped her ship.
It hit in an unceremonious clunk on the ground. Veta slammed her head on the seat. The ache in her head amplified. She rubbed her forehead, pushing the sweat out of her eyes.
“Some damn soldiers are going to die,” she muttered as she leaned back and laughed. Laughing out of joy. Of relief. Of being glad she was alive. Of how she was going to tear apart some Terrans. War or no, this was not how things were handled.
How in the hell was she going to explain this to the Emperor?
That his enemy saved her, while his soldiers tried to kill them?
“Are you amused?” came the Rhimodian’s voice.
She shook her head. “No, no, I am not.”
“Do you require medicinal attention?”
She glanced at her hand.
The sweat she’d brushed off her head was evidently blood, not sweat. The red stain spread all over the back of her hand.
Probably why she felt so loopy. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” she muttered to herself. “Wait, that doesn’t fit. The enemy that saved me from my friends. Is that a thing? Is that a passage from some great wisdom?” She felt funky--drunk, really. And everything seemed so foggy and disoriented around her.
And light.
Everything was so bright. It hurt her head.
“Not that I am aware,” came that man’s voice, much closer. And not through the communication system.
She blinked.
How’d he open her ship?
Thin tethers receded from her pod’s outer seal and slipped back into him, rather, his suit. Whatever. Same thing. The clothing was like a second skin that showed off everything.
Like,everything, everything. If she had any desire to see a Rhimodian’s entire anatomy, she just had to look at one in this suit. She shook her head. Every detail was outlined. Including the impressive size of his cock.
Damn. How hard up was she, to be ogling a Rhimodian? But seriously, she’d never seen anything quite so large.
She made herself look at his face. And the rest of his body. Silvery-white eyes, and well over seven feet tall, he was thick and cut. The green-tinted skin on his neck and face stood out against the silver. She stared for a second, because while yes, he was huge—human men didn’t get close to the seven-foot mark even with good genes—none looked like this Rhimodian did.
Well, if I have to be captured by someone, at least he’s structurally appealing, Veta thought.
On his wrists were the infamous gauntlet braces. The ones that accessed all their technology. From just below the elbow to up onto the top of the hand, the gauntlets seemed ornamental and heavy. And supposedly, they were all connected through them, the pieces were their hubs between all the other Rhimodians.
She shivered. She’d heard all about those gauntlets. Damn near weapon-proof and could produce almost any weapon needed with some kind of nanotech, unlike anything the human scientists could dream of.
He had some silvery veins on his neck like the suit had been poured out from his greenish skin, the metal a hard contrast to his cyborg enhancements. Minus the gauntlets, of course.
It was terrifying.
He was terrifying.
“Hell, you are my enemy.” She pushed away from him, but there was no place for her to go in the pod, she was already as deep into it as she could get.
“I will not hurt you,” he said. “I am here to protect you.”
