Blood Wars

Chapter 1

Meike turned to see the Voratian heir, wanting to help them with assisting the Prafgs defend their outpost.

The mixed eyes of the Voratian heir almost rooted her to the spot she stood. One a bright, glowing green and the other a dull red. Typical of his species.

"Do you have a battlesuit?" Meike asked as she tied her blonde and black micro braids into a low lying ponytail, followed by her helmet.

"No."

Meike nodded before looking to Raluca, "Raluca! Get the Voratian heir a battlesuit! Kiire!"

Raluca did as the Princess ordered, getting the Vorat a battlesuit.

Meike knew they would need to use another shuttle, one capable of speeds they needed.

Meike barked out orders, trying to get the Armada battalion to move faster. Time wasn't a luxury when it came to the battle ahead of them on the outpost.

Meike noticed that the first being to report to her was Emrys Szulc. The one being she didn't expect.

"I hope you are ready for this, Your Highness," the oldest child of the ruling house told him as the rest of the battalion began towards the fastest shuttle, arranged in two rows.

Meike at the front with Raluca and Sampo beside her, as they should have been.

Meike rushed to the helm alongside her crew.

Hell as she called it. But, she went through it. Her loyalty to what was right drove her. Her sense of duty. Whatever you wanted to call it.

Hell, half the time she didn't know what she was doing or why.

"Your Highness, we have a transmission from Major Saerys Bruneau," Raluca told the princess as she and Emrys controlled the ship.

"Play transmission."

Raluca nodded as she did so. The Prafg major appearing on the screen. Identical to his younger brother, Saolas. Bombs could be heard in the background. Gunfire could also be heard.

"Princess Meike, please, we have a shuttle enroute to Khaba with our women and children. Please hurry, we are barely holding."

The transmission was cut out. Meike tightened her fists, suppressing the snarl that was threatening to be heard.

"Aktivoi hyperajo! Kohdista Gemmalle lähinnä oleva madonreikä!"

The Pyrokyne hurried about, leaving the Vorat in the dust as he didn't understand the Pyrokyn's native tongue.

"Your Highness, hold on tight!" Saolas advised as the hyperdrive was initiated.

Emrys didn't have time to gather his footing before the shuttle shook as it lurched forward at an alarming rate. He was thrown backwards into a seat while Meike and her crew stood sure footed at their stations.

Emrys definitely wasn't used to that but he was willing for the cause.

It felt as if he had a ton of refractive Thermil holding him down. This was nothing like what they had on his home world. 

Emrys just about lost his meal when the shuttle emerged in the Devolin System. Emrys looked out the shuttle's transparent siding. Seeing an abundance of greens, pinks, and reds intertwined with the planets and stars. 

"The Lystuis Mist," Meike whispered, awe painted on her face. 

The Lystuis Mist always amazed her with its beauty. The Devolin System was always her favorite. 

On the farthest planet away, one could still see the battle happening. The outpost was still taking fire. 

"Saolas, prepare the turrets," Meike ordered, clenching her fists so tight the skin covering her knuckles was white. "Raluca, prepare to jump into the fire. Kastah, you and Sampo are with me. Kiire!"

The two followed her through the ship, her guard close to her. The other soldiers in the battalion moving around them hurriedly. None missing the fire in their leader's eyes.