Revenants of the Past- Book Two of Selective Breeding

Chapter 52

Ruma walked out of her first round of the elite games with the score sitting at 2600 to 1800. She had won thanks only to the aid that Bvlepio had given her, on her own she wouldn't have won that.

"Congratulations on that spectacular win." Bvelpio appeared in front of her, she looked around, but there was no Vassenhilo. Ruma scrunched up her nose and looked around some more, hoping that would prompt him to understand what she was looking for.

"You are looking for your master. He is in a meeting, he very much is in desperate need of an offspring from you."

Ruma scowled, if this topic was brought up again she might blow the whole damn ship up.

"Nah uh uh. Come with me, I helped you out didn't I? Now it is your turn to help me out." Bvlepio grabbed her and started walking her away. Ruma growled but followed along, this was a large place, and most knew her face, if she acted out or made a scene it would reach Vassenhilo before she reached whatever destination Bvlepio was taking her.

The twisted and turned through the market areas, and disappeared into a tent so no one could watch them, then he took them out the back and down into a empty hall, he kept bouncing his head around making sure no-one followed them. He typed in a code on a key pad, that he pulled from a random spot in the wall.

He shoved her in and came in behind her.

Ruma was released and took a seat in on of the chair, the room was for the most part pitch black expect for the single old light bulb that hung from a string giving out just enough light for her to see the chair that she sat in.

"Good, I am glad she made it in one piece" a disembodied voice spoke, before Ruma heard four loud claps and lights that were embedded into the wall sparked. She blinked and the brightness away and now was in a room with six new faces.

Three males and three females, an even split, and they sat rotating from male to female starting from left to right.

The first male that started the table, the one that spoke and was the furthest to the left. Was a face she recognized before. Stori, he was one who, besides Bvelpio, was one who was a high bidder on her offspring, in fact is she remembered correctly, he was one who bought Kylo's sister.

Her eyes moved to the next person, the rest of them she didn't quite know but a couple she could faintly remember as doing trades or sells to. Next to Stori, was a woman who looked like Soruvet, but different in variety of different ways, a race she was unfamilar with perhaps. As her skin was more of an alkine green, with one set of deep purple eyes, though her height and tendrils appendage remained. Next to her was a race she new well ish enough. The Hirkerna, a very muscular race, that prided itself years ago on winning battles and conquering. It was rumoured the reason they stopped was one of their fleets had been defeated by a small group of humans that weren't even military. That blow tarnished their names and confidence and they then went into more heavy labour routes, leaving the generations of destruction behind them. This male was large, his body jiggled with the extra blubber that was typical for his species, a long round snout, and large curled tusks was fashioned on the front of an ever rounded and flat face. His body was cover in a thin layer of greece that looked like sweat, but was a mucus that produced from his body, filling the room with a oily musky smell. The next two females were exactly the same, probably some type of sibling group. They were Monacours. A race of petite insectoids, that had large and fragile wings each with their own glass like appearance and colouring. Their faces were small and triangular shaped, with a pointed down mouth, and large hexagonal black eyes, four antena sat on top of their heads, pointing in different directions. The last male, was some other hybrid. She didn't recognize what he was, perhaps human or another that mimicked being human. His blazed red hair was slicked back with curls on the end. That was probably the most defending feature about him. "Welcome, we have been waiting for you." Ruma looked, she didn't attempt to talk or signed. She wasn't about to be put in a room full of strangers and than left to defend herself with no way of communication. Stori crossed his arms, "As stubborn as always, Birk get her an electronic pad so she can speak, she'll be quite difficult other wise." Ruma was quickly handed a pad. SHe looked at it than took it, it was already pulled up on a universal translator, she was able to quickly press buttons that would speak for her, and it translated it into a few languages to give each of the others sitted the ability to hear it in their native tongue. "Who are you all?" Ruma asked looking at everyone as the words spoke out. Stori smiled, "We are a sort of unnamed alliance, but you may better know us as the ones who ran the organisation that trained your boy Tyklyn." Ruma's face scrunched but her attention was more focused. "That certainly got your attention." "What do you want from me?" she asked, than looked back at Bvelpio, now she knew he was in on the attack on the compound she wondered what else he caused. "Simple- we want you to throw Vassenhilo of his little throne."