They led me into what I could only assume was a containment cell. The dark gray walls dreary and sinister. The guards that held each one of my arms were huge, tall and muscular, humanoid but not from earth. They were from the ship that had come in response to the other threat we had faced, are still facing for all I knew. They maneuvered me to a bed, taller than id seen before and definitely longer but no wider than a twin, and I was forced to sit. They exited the cubby and a blue lit screen, like a force field, came down to block my exit.
"I'll just stay right here." I said to no one in particular.
Trying to keep my shit together, and only succeeding at not curling into a ball in a torrent of insane sobs.
We'd been invaded. I cybernetic race of aliens had dropped down from the skies all over the world in droves, killing and kidnapping bodies to take back to their spacecraft, only for them to spit back out as cyborg enemy forces, shining silver implants and new high tech weapons in tow.
Every country, every city, town or back road was infested with these things. It was a complete annihilation and it had only taken a few days. Some leaders were in hiding, our president, of the United States, included.
I as a communications officer in the Marine Corp, dealt with all incoming and outgoing comms at my base in Oahu Hawaii. I'd also picked up the "other " signal. Being a coder and hacker since my early teens as a hobby, and a Marine for the last eight years, I jumped on that signal, informing my commanding officer what I had and that I was shutting it down. He took me off comms to focus primarily on that task. Within fifteen minutes of breaking that code, shutting it down, and setting up so many firewalls it would take a nuke to get them back on line, we had company.
The walls had exploded, debris flying everywhere and those cyborgs filling the gaps shooting lazor cannons everywhere you looked. It was time to get out of there.
It was only a couple hours ago that I'd been sitting at my work station, flying over the keys of my computer to shut down the invading aliens signal to the implants they were passing out and imbedding in the human population like holloween candy.
I had grabbed my weapon, led a small contingent from the building, and we ran like hell from hideout to hideout, no radios, no cellphones, nothing to give away our location, just whispers and hand signals. When it seemed like no matter what we did to avoid them, and they still managed to track us like they had our exact coordinates my comrades had become frantic. You could see it in their eyes, wondering how long we could keep running away, on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Screams and explosions, people literally disappearing before our very eyes by the dozens. One second they'd be running across the sand the next vanishing, their foot prints coming to abrupt halt. If ever there had been a time to find a hole to crawl in, I would have dove in head first.
Then the other guys showed up.
The skies clapped with thunder, the ground shook and vibrated, triangular and diamond shaped space craft blasted across the skies, half the length of a football field, just above the tips of the palm trees, cyborgs bursting into fragmented metal and flesh all over the scene.
I had flattened myself even lower to the ground, in that moment, my sidearm in hand, knowing that at any moment I would be done, over.
Thankfully, that's not what happened, although I'm not sure being on the second alien's ship, the ones who finally drove back the cyborgs, killing them and having the rest flee, was any better. I am in a jail-like cell after all. The only thing it was missing was a toilet, but there was a sink.
I walked over to the sink now, parched from running, hiding and sweating for the last few hours straight. It was motion activated so at least I wouldn't have to tear it apart to figure it out. Hawaii was humid nearly all year round, and though I'm pretty accustomed to it as I was raised therefrom birth I was caked with sweat and sand.
Having only left for the 6 years I was constantly deployed over seas as a radio comms officer in my unit. I ran miles on the beaches and my base daily, one of my favorite past times. It's a whole different affair when you have a species from space you didn't know existed trying to kill and integrate your body for days on end.
Drinking my fill of the water and splashing some on my face and forearms, I searched around for a towel and came up short. Well, shit. So much for amenities.
I moved back to the bed, drew my legs up and settled back against the wall.
I could see the back and left shoulder of one guard who stood outside of my cell to the right, there was a screen or monitor in the upper left corner in front of me, the floors were black slate material, the walls seemed to be metal, graphite colored, but I could say what kind of metal. The ceilings were ten feet high. The cot I was on had a thick pad on it so it wouldn't be too uncomfortable to sleep on, if I'm going to be here for a while. But this not having a toilet is becoming a bigger and bigger deal as the minutes ticks by. Known only to me by the watch on my wrist.
Finally after an hour had past, I got up the nerve to call out to the guard, using the most diplomatic tone I could muster, "Is there a toilet in here and I just don't see it or what?"
Just then the outer doors opened and two more giants walked in coming to a halt to face me on the other side of that blue shield. The monitor in the upper left flickered on. Glancing between the two men and the monitor, I rose to my feet. I didn't want to look like the scared little girl I felt. Throwing my shoulders back, my hands at my sides, i stood at attention.
These guys looked human but were well over seven feet if not eight feet tall. Their shoulders were half of that across, thickly muscled under their matching battle gear, metal breast plates over what looked like Kevlar cloth shirt and pants, black boots, also had metal plating, and went up mid calf. They were armed with wicked looking knives as well as what I assumed were guns of some alien variety. The man on the right, the shorter of the two, but still well over seven feet, had golden coloring, hair, eyes and skin, his features angular, hawkish, his eyes penetrating, seeing all. Threatening. The taller one on the left had dark coloring, hair, eyes and skin, his jaw square, eyes deep set, dark thick brows drawn low. He oozed control, dominance. The darker one was obviously in command here.
All I could think about was how I was going to take them out if they tried something, and how I would fail miserably just by the sheer size of them. Yes, I'd put up a fight, might get a few good strikes in, but these guys had muscles on muscles, my only option would be to outrun them. Being that I was on their ship, no the the ground, I tossed the running plan out like the joke it was.
He spoke then, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate the walls, his words making no sense. I simply started at him, ignoring the fear racing up and down my spine. This guy terrified the shit out of me. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I don't know if it was the deep timbre of his voice or the way he was looking at me like he was the hunter and I the hunted, and caught. His large hands reflexively fisting over and over like he couldn't wait to get his hands on me and tear me apart. Long fingers, blunt tips, scars. This man was a warrior. A Herculean warlord and his eyes were roving all over my face and body like he wanted to eat me alive.
I was in way over my head, and completely alone.
He pointed up to the monitor, and I quickly glanced at it, than back to him, than back to the screen as understanding dawned on me. The screen read "How did you do it?" It was a translator. No wonder the guard hadn't responded to me about the toilet. He hadn't understood me.
"Do what?" I asked frowning back at him. What in the hell was this gorgeous, scary as all hell, giant of a man talking about?
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Alien Addiction
RomanceShe's alone and untrusting, marine and technically skilled. He's a commander of an alien battle group. Enemy forces bring them together but will her independence and pride keep them apart?
