Krac's Firebrand

by S. E. Smith

  “They’re gone,” Pius cried out as another wave hit him. “They left.”

  “Where did they go?” Krac demanded.

  “They are looking for the girl,” Pius choked out.

  “What girl?” Krac asked, pressing deeper until the metal tip of his finger sank into the meaty flesh.

  “The one… the one that took the kid,” Pius groaned.

  “The child is not with the men who kidnapped her?” Krac asked in disbelief.

  Pius tried to shake his head, but it was impossible as the metal rubbed against the outer bone protecting his brain. He had never met a creature in any star system that could survive having his blood on them. That was one reason the Leader had chosen him. The Leader swore that his corrosive blood would protect him from the monster that would come looking for the kid.

  “What are you?” Pius asked in pain.

  “Who was the woman? What did she look like?” Krac asked instead.

  The faint vision of a shadowy figure formed. It was too disjointed for him to get a clear picture. He needed a name, either of the woman or the starship she was on. She must be working with the New Order. She was probably sent to take the child so it would be more difficult for him to track. A low curse escaped him as he realized he was still one step behind those responsible for taking Violet. He would kill the woman as slowly as he had killed every other creature he had encountered so far.

  “Don’t know her name,” Pius whispered. “She said she needed a part. She just wanted a part.”

  “Do you know what starship she came in on?” Krac asked, pressing the metal tip of his finger deeper.

  “Wait! I heard one of the men say she was Ti’Death’s daughter. Lulu Belle. She is captain of the Lulu Belle,” Pius forced out as he remembered. “She is…”

  Pius never finished his sentence. Krac had enough information. The mysterious and very dangerous Razor-tooth Triterian was involved with the New Order. Krac had heard of Bulldog Ti’Death. The male was extremely wealthy and dangerous. It would appear his daughter followed in her father’s footsteps.

  He would have to be very careful. He hadn’t been joking when he said he would have a hard time defeating a Razor-tooth Triterian. They were massive creatures with layer upon layer of scales that were as strong as the metal that made up his skeletal frame. They could unsheathe claws over a foot long, making it difficult to get close to them. If one was able to get close, they had rows of razor-sharp teeth that could slice through skin and bone with one swipe.

  Krac stared at the exposed tip of his finger. With a silent command, tissue began reforming over it. Within seconds, the flesh was once again soft and gray. That was just one of the advancements designed into him over the original Alluthans who would have needed to replace the finger. He glanced at the slumped body of the shopkeeper. Fury burned through him that Violet was exposed to such creatures. Now, she was in a far more terrifying situation.

  Yes, he thought as he pulled the hood of his cloak over his head and exited the dim shop. It would be difficult to kill Ti’Death’s daughter, but not impossible. I just hope she has not harmed Violet first.

  Chapter 11

  “Ahhhh!” Violet cried out as the sword went through her. “You…” She whispered before her tiny body crumpled to the floor of the corridor.

  “Argh!” The large creature growled as it swung its massive head back and forth menacingly as it stepped closer to the still figure. “Roarrrrrr!”

  “Will you two knock it off? What in the hell are you supposed to be?” Froget yelled out from the bridge.

  Skeeter pushed back the large head of the costume she was wearing so she could see. She moaned when the huge head she was wearing hit the wall and popped her on the end of the nose. She dropped the small, plastic sword in her hand and grabbed her offended appendage.

  “I’m a dinosaur,” Skeeter said in a muffled voice.

  “Are you okay, Skeeter?” Violet asked, sitting up and pulling the other plastic sword out from between her arm and her body.

  “I bumped my nose,” Skeeter replied. “What to kiss it and make it better?”

  Violet’s delighted laugh echoed in the passageway leading to the bridge. “You’re silly.”

  Skeeter just grinned before she let out a loud roar and put the mask back on over her head. She laughed as Violet squealed before she jumped up and started running down the corridor. Skeeter did her best to keep up, but it was hard to do in the bulky costume that she had found during one of her many stops.

  Froget rolled his eyes and turned back to the freighter controls. He frowned as he thumbed through the unusual star charts that kept popping up. It had been four days since they had left Pyrus. They had floated somewhere between Newport and Banshore Spaceports. Not bad even if that was between one end of the star system and the other. It had taken him a day and a half to finish modifying the module, but it had worked like a charm.

  During that time, he had to admit he was thankful that Skeeter had found the little person. It had kept her focused on caring for the child instead of wreaking havoc on the freighter she was supposed to be the captain of. He shook his head in amazement that Ti’Death let his only daughter loose on the universe.

  Well, he thought with a sigh. Maybe I should be more amazed that the universe has survived with her loose in it.

  A loud scream shook him out of his musing. That one was different from the ones he had been hearing for the past few days. His heart raced as he hopped down out of the Captain’s chair and took off down the passageway. He turned the corner and froze when he saw a huge gray creature standing in the center of it holding two very long, very dangerous looking curved blades in his hands. One of the long horns from Skeeter’s costume lay on the floor behind him.

  *.*.*

  Krac had been surprised and more than a little suspicious at how easy it had been to board the huge, pink freighter. At first, he had thought he was seeing things when he had gotten his first visual of the Lulu Belle. It wasn’t just pink. It was a blazing hot pink with flowers on it!

  The only thing that Krac could determine was that Ti’Death’s daughter must be so sure of her ability to kill anything that came at her that she wasn’t afraid to flaunt it. No one else that he knew would be caught dead in such a ship! He had opened the emergency access underneath the freighter and came up through one of the large storage bays. From the looks of her cargo, or lack of it, she mustn’t even be trying to pretend to be a legitimate freighter pilot. Most short haul freighters made sure they had a full cargo before heading to their next destination. It was the only way to either break even or make a marginal profit if they wanted to stay in business.

  He had quickly accessed the computer system. He wanted to connect to the PLT, or Personal Location Trackers, that were standard for all commercial freighters to locate those aboard the ship in cases of emergency. He was confused when he discovered there were no operational PLT’s. He decided that Ti’Death’s daughter must have dispensed with them since this was not a genuine freighter operation but a cover for her true occupation – mercenary for hire.

  His heart beat heavily when he heard Violet’s terrified scream and the loud, muffled roar of the Razor-tooth Triterian. He had rounded the corner in time to see Violet’s small body fly through an open doorway, the creature just steps behind her. The only thing that saved Gracie and Kordon’s daughter was the Triterian was too large to fit through the door.

  He roared out in rage as it tried to work its way into the room, clawing at the sides. Violet’s loud screams filled the narrow passageway and fueled his determination to kill the beast. He swung his blades at the same time as the creature, sensing his approach, turned and emitted a bloodcurdling cry of attack. Krac’s eyes narrowed when another creature suddenly appeared.

  “What the… who are you and how did you get on board the Lulu Belle?” Froget demanded.

  “He cut off one of my horns!” Skeeter cried out, lifting her hand to touch where the horn on the top of
the costume was missing.

  Krac reacted the moment the Triterian moved, slicing through the air at the arm that was rising up. He knew they could extend additional razor-sharp scales in defense. He was shocked when the arm fell to the floor as well, leaving a huge gaping dark hole. The creature squealed again and stumbled backwards.

  “Frog!” Skeeter cried out in terror.

  Krac watched as the small amphibian creature named Frog pulled two small blades from his waist. The male jumped up, ricocheting off the left wall and over the Triterian where it landed between her and him. He turned as the male released his long, sticky tongue at him.

  “Stay back or I’ll kill you,” Frog snarled.

  Krac evaluated the threat of the other male. He had already classified him and pulled up all known information. All data coming back indicated the male was of negligible threat. No, his biggest threat was from the Triterian who could take out three Zion warriors at one time.

  “Move,” Krac demanded. “I will kill you quickly after I have dealt with the Triterian.”

  “Why do you want to kill me?” A soft, confused voice asked. “What did I do?”

  Krac ignored the warmth that flooded him at the sound of the husky feminine voice. It must be another ploy. He had never fought a female Triterian before. They must be able to use their voices as well to affect their prey.

  “What have you done to her?” Krac growled in a low dark voice, taking a step forward.

  “I told you to stay back,” Frog snapped.

  Krac swung the curved blade in his left hand down at the same time as the creature struck out with his own knife. He felt the sting of the small blade as it cut a long, deep line across his thigh. His own blade neatly cut through the other blade. The creature fell backwards into the Triterian causing it to lose its balance.

  “Now, you die,” he said coldly, taking a step forward.

  “No!” The female Triterian cried out, scrambling up and over the body of the smaller male. “You can’t kill him!”

  “What in the…?” Krac’s voice died as a slender arm popped out of the section of the arm he had cut off.

  He watched in disbelief as the slender hand, the same as Anastasia and Gracie’s, pushed at its large red head. He stepped backwards when the head fell forward onto the floor and rolled, stopping face up at his feet. His eyes rose from the decapitated head, following the floor where it had rolled until he came to the large, clawed feet. His eyes continued to move up the body of the Triterian until they locked on a pair of vivid blue eyes framed by flaming red hair.

  “Oh no,” the voice whispered as those amazing blue eyes widened in shock as they stared back at him. “You’re bleeding.”

  Krac looked down at his bleeding leg and sent a command for the skin to heal. He glanced up at the same time as the eyes staring back at him fluttered close and the female collapsed back onto the male who was struggling to get up. He took a step to catch her at the same time as another figure peeked out from behind the door.

  “Uncle Krac!” Violet squealed before her eyes flew to the pile of bodies in the corridor. “What did you do to Skeeter? She’s my new friend.”

  Chapter 12

  Krac stared at the still figure on the bed. The creature lying on the soft covers was totally different than what he had first encountered in the corridor. He had stood frozen in confusion as the male finally wiggled out from under the massive body that had collapsed on top of him.

  It had taken another minute before he understood what the male was ordering him to do. His eyes had been locked on the pale face with its perfectly formed features. A delicate oval face, framed by rich, vibrant red hair touched with strands of gold held him mesmerized. Her lashes lay like fragile crescents against milky white skin. Narrow eyebrows, the same color as her hair, swept over her closed lids like the feathers of a rare cardinal back on Earth. Her nose was small and her lips….

  Krac’s eyes moved to the softly parted lips of the female as she breathed. They were full and pink. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Not quite as pink as her ship, but close.

  He glanced around the room that Froget, her co-pilot, had ordered him to carry her into and lay her down. It matched the female on the bed. It was bright, colorful yet soft and delicate at the same time.

  The walls were a soft blue with white trim. Shelves had been mounted along one wall. Hundreds of different miniature sculptures were on it. The ceiling was lined with twinkling lights and colorful glass, in the shapes of moons, suns and stars, hung from it, catching the light. Even her bed wasn’t immune to her feminine touch. Several meters of shimmering gray cloth hung from the ceiling like a curtain around it.

  He carefully picked up her right hand, turning it in his large palm as he studied the slender fingers. A colorful ring with strange symbols etched into it encircled her thumb. He rubbed his own thumb over it absent-mindedly as he thought back to what had happened earlier.

  *.*.*

  He remembered staring down at the unconscious female in puzzlement. Her faint words of him bleeding had momentarily distracted him. When he looked up, she was collapsing on top of the Goliath Amphibian. He had watched, frozen, as the small, greenish male finally crawled out from under her and stood up, staring at him in disgust.

  “Well, are you going to kill us or are you going to help me get her up? She’ll be out for at least a good twenty minutes,” Froget had growled at him. “This is the last bloody thing I need right now.”

  “Is Skeeter sick?” Violet asked, looking back and forth from Frog to Krac with tears in her eyes. “We were just playing, Uncle Krac. It was her turn to be the monster.”

  “She’s not sick,” Froget grunted as he yanked on the bottom half of the costume. “She can’t stand the sight of blood. She passes out. The first time it happened was when she cut her finger in the galley. Scared the shit out of me. I…” he grunted again and fell on his ass as the legs of the costume finally pulled free. “I make her wear gloves now when she is chopping things up.”

  “Oh,” Violet said, watching with wide eyes. “But, she isn’t sick?”

  “No, kid. She’s not sick,” Froget responded again. “Listen, I don’t know who in the hell you are or how you got on the Lulu Belle but if you aren’t going to kill us can you at least help? Otherwise I’ll have to either leave her here or drag her ass down to her cabin. In case you haven’t noticed, no one is piloting this freighter and the auto-pilot doesn’t work. We could run into a damn moon any moment as far as I know. The star charts are all screwed up right now so I’m not sure where in the hell we are.”

  “I will take her. Where is her cabin?” Krac said, bending down and quickly removing the rest of the costume.

  “I can show you!” Violet said with a happy smile now that she knew Skeeter wasn’t sick. “I’ve been sleeping there too. Skeeter said it would be better in case I needed any… any stuff. Skeeter says…”

  Krac followed Violet as she led him down the long corridor, telling him all the things that ‘Skeeter says’. It would appear Skeeter said a lot of things to the impressionable little girl including that they were on an adventure to find her parents. They had made up a game of it while Frog, who grumbled a lot, but was really very funny and nice, tried to fix the ship.

  Krac started when he felt slender fingers curl around his. He blinked several times as his eyes focused on the pair staring back at him. He was startled by the sudden heat that engulfed him. This was nothing like what he felt when he looked at Gracie or Anastasia. This was hotter, richer, and more intense than anything he had ever felt before.

  A slight tinge of color darkened his skin as he realized that his cock was also reacting to that heat. THAT had never happened when he was around Anastasia or Gracie. For that matter, it had never happened around any female, including the one that had been sent to him in the lab to see how he would react when sexually stimulated. He had found nothing appealing about the heavily made-up female who smelled of stale perfume, sweat a
nd other men.

  This one, this female did not smell like any of those things. She smelled like flowers and freshness. The more he thought about it, the harder he grew. He started to pull his hand away, but stopped when she tightened her fingers around it.

  “Hi,” she whispered with a slightly uncertain smile. “I’m Skeeter.”

  “I know,” Krac replied stiffly, unsure of what else to say.

  “Oh. How?” She asked, tilting her head.

  “Violet said your name… many times,” he admitted a little bemused. “She likes you.”

  “I like her too,” Skeeter replied. “So, what is your name and why did you want to kill me?”

  *.*.*

  Deep down, Skeeter knew she should be terrified of the unusual male holding her hand. After all, he had threatened to kill her. Hell, he had even tried.

  She figured if he really wanted her dead, he could have done it when she fainted. It was a bad habit of hers whenever she saw blood. One of the healers her dad brought in the first time it happened said it was probably a reaction to a bad memory. He was right. Every time she saw blood, she saw her parents and the other members aboard the small research shuttle lying in pools of it. She remembered scrambling away from it, afraid if it touched her, she would be like them.

  When she started to surface, she usually had a panic attack, but this time she hadn’t been scared. She liked the feel of the warm hand holding hers. It made her feel – safe. The soft caress along her thumb had made her hungry for more.

  She had stared up into the dark gray face of the male, admiring his sharp features. He wasn’t ‘handsome’ like Terry had been. His face had a harder, leaner look to it. His black hair was cut short and hung down just a little over his forehead. He had dark eyes, almost as black as his hair. His nose was long and narrow and his lips, well, they just looked perfect for kissing. She wondered what he would do if she were to kiss him, just to see what it was like.