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But in her reality Darla was most definitely not some super soldier ready to take her revenge.
“I said keep up!” the man said, shoving her again.
“Sorry,” she replied quietly, quickening her pace.
Heydar was moving relatively fast, his stride long and confident even as he was led to the certainty of maltreatment if not outright torture. But he walked tall, without hesitation, his head held high and shoulders back. He may have been a captive, but he was not about to give the Dohrags the satisfaction of seeing him cower in any way.
The trek went on for only a short time, all things considered, especially after the prior day’s efforts. More importantly, it seemed the Dohrags were leading them in the general direction they had already been traveling. This was both good and bad. Good in that they were nearing their objective. Bad in that any survivors had very possibly already been captured.
Whoa, Darla gasped as the shape of an actual spaceship became visible through the trees. She had seen the interior of one recently, but that had all been something of a traumatic whirlwind. But this? It was her first real alien ship encounter. As she got closer, however, she found herself less impressed.
The craft wasn’t terribly large, for one. Big, no doubt, but not some massive space cruiser. Dirt and debris were piled up against its hull, and the entire thing was covered in a not so fine layer of dust and grime.
Clearly, it had been there for a while. What’s more, it seemed some sort of settlement had been built around it with the ship itself acting as a central building of sorts with semi-permanent structures as well as more basic tents set off away from the main cluster.
They marched straight ahead toward the encampment, veering off to one side, bypassing the main tent area and heading toward what seemed to be the entrance to the ship. Marshal Ji
But there would be no need for that. Reinforcements aplenty were to be had if required. A small group of Dohrags were working nearby, overseeing what seemed to be a rather diverse mix of races, all of them working in a series of terraced, interco
A few other Dohrags were taking leisure time near their quarters, shirtless in the heat. It was a bit of a shock when she realized they possessed a second set of vestigial arms crossing their abdomens, typically hidden by their attire.
The lower limbs seemed smaller than the upper ones, but she wondered if they weren’t functional, nonetheless. Likely so as even the smaller arms were marked, as was the rest of their bodies.
Without their uniform tops Darla could now see their tattoos more clearly. The lines were similar to those Heydar had marked her with, and those he wore himself, but the Dohrags’ markings were different as well. More harsh and angular, lacking the subtle flow Heydar and Darla’s possessed.
The runes, however, were the same. That much appeared to be the same across races, though the Dohrags seemed to favor almost entirely black ink with no highlights or colors.
Their companions out in the fields wore their full armor as they directed the workers, though Darla thought it was a bit of overkill in full sunlight, carrying massive weapons to watch a group of mostly females, all unarmed, working the land. They were growing crops of some sort, it seemed.
Farming? But aren’t these supposed to be a big, bad bunch of ass-kickers? Guess they’ve still got to eat.
The idea that a war machine could be hobbled by their food supply chain would have been amusing if not for the situation. It seemed a fighting force still marched on a full stomach, and despite their technological advances, the Dohrags needed to do it in a conventional ma
Darla squinted to get a better look at the crops and people working them. Orange furry aliens, blue-ski
The change in air quality hit her immediately. Where it was fresh and clear outside, the interior of the craft smelled of oil, sweat, and technology. None of the natural aromas softened the environment like outside. It was harsh, and as they were marched in front of a dour-looking man with far more decorations marking his uniform than the others, she thought it fitting.
“You are back several days early, Ji
Marshal Ji
The general was a large man, much more muscular in stature than his marshal, and when he rose from his seat he loomed over him, standing nearly as tall as Heydar. He gave them a quick over with a haughty gaze, as if even looking at them was beneath him.
“Show me,” he said with a bored wave toward the captives.
The troopers clearly knew what he meant and set to work immediately, stripping Heydar and Darla in a flash, tossing their clothes in a pile at their feet. After all they’d been through, Darla was almost numb to the act. Heydar, however, bristled when they removed her clothing. Protective. Possessive. But he forced himself to remain calm, only the twitching muscle in his jaw and the vein on his neck betraying his anger.
The general sat down as Marshal Ji
“The Nime
The general nodded, bored. His men grabbed Heydar’s arms and pulled him around to face the general front-on. He didn’t fight, standing tall, his enormous cock dangling confidently between his legs, almost taunting their captors.
But Heydar’s face was not one of calm amusement. He was affected for some reason, and Darla was about to find out why.
“His Infala,” Ji
“Look! The pigment has gone still!” Ji
The Dohrags laughed, teasing the pained man. He glanced at Darla, the first time she’d seen anything but confidence in his eyes. Heydar quickly averted his gaze, a dark shadow of gloom almost visible over his head.
Oh my God. I’m such an asshole, she thought. I teased him about not having anyone. And all this time, he’d had one, but his bonded mate was dead.
Her stomach lurched, wincing in sympathy for him, realizing just how much she must have hurt him with her offhand jokes.
Her attention was abruptly shifted to more pressing matters when rough hands yanked her closer to the general, poking and prodding her flesh.
“Look at her pigment,” Ji
“At this age?” the general mused. “How odd.”
“It is, indeed,” Ji
“I have seen one of this sort. You are not the only scouts bringing back laborers. She is unimpressive but will be good enough for our needs,” the general said with a dirty chuckle. “Put her with the other females. We will get to know her better soon enough.”