They opened fire.
His suit defended him from the first couple of blasts and started to throb. The material took in the energy of blasters, and any other light-based weapon, and redirected it into a different kind of power.
“Damn, he’s gonna blow,” one of the soldiers said.
Wrathin smirked.
That was, in a way, what he was about to do. He must remember, Terrans were interesting with their colloquialisms.
He threw a punch at the nearest Terran and sent him careening through the trees, the energy the suit redirected magnified his hit power.
Two more leaped on him, and he fought back. Swinging and punching, Wrathin tried to neutralize them.
Very quickly, he realized the two of them were out to kill, not neutralize.
A cry made all three men jerk.
Wrathin threw both men off him, and they all turned and stared.
There was the woman; evidently her name was Veta, holding the blade she had worn under her cloak, with her eyes crazed.
“For fuck’s sake, Veta,” came one of the men. “We weren’t looking for you.”
“Shut up, Juke.” She leaped from the rock and was in the man’s face. “Who wants me dead?” She laid the large blade on the man’s throat. It seemed to have a high shine to it in the dusky light.
“Orders.”
“Who gave them?” Wrathin asked. Because the Terrans did not want peace if they were sending a military force in to kill their own ambassadors.
Veta glanced at him for a second, then back at Juke. “Answer him. Because I’m pretty sure he’ll rip you apart.”
“Orders,” he said. “No survivors.”
“Fair enough,” she said and sliced his throat.
The other men remaining stared, their eyes opened wide. “Veta!” one cried out. “How could you kill your own?”
She glared at him and pointed her blade. “You boys go get on your ship and go back to your base. And you find a new profession. Because when I, and I mean The Emperor, because I work directly for him, finds you, every one of you will die.”
She picked up one of the lost blasters on the ground.
“Your backup’s gone, girl,” the other, much more arrogant, spat. “The Emperor gave us our orders. Personally.”
“I see,” she said. She clenched her jaw, and her eyes narrowed.
And fired at the rest.
They disappeared in a flash, the Terran weapon set on the highest kill setting. The bodies were gone, and the jungle remained silent. The weapon’s sound echoed for a moment before disappearing into the night.
Wrathin sighed. “You did not have to do that.”
“I think I did,” she said.
He looked around. “We need to move. The nocturnals will be coming out soon. And there could be more Terrans as well.”
“That doesn’t sound pleasant.”
“They are not.”
