Star's Storm(64)

“Oh my beautiful darling, I will make your life amazing,” IQ purred as he rolled up to her leg and began feeling her up.

“IQ is the pilot. He has been trying to teach Dumbass and Jackoff how to navigate the ship but they are not very fast learners. They won this ship in a game of chance two years ago and still have not mastered the controls. IQ and I were already part of the crew.”

Star looked down at the tiny creature looking up at her with two mismatched eyes that blinked slowly at different times. Okay, this is getting way too weird for me, she thought with a giggle. She was used to a lot of strange things in her life but this had to be the absolute strangest.

“IQ, can you contact someone for me?” Star asked politely trying to move her leg away. If she wasn’t mistaken, she would swear the tiny robot was trying to hump it.

“Of course, my love. IQ will do anything for you,” the tiny robot responded before turning on his wheels and heading along the corridor at a rapid clip.

*.*.*

“Send in a cleaning crew and jettison the bodies,” Jazin said, ignoring the looks he received as he walked down the corridor.

He was covered in blood. None of it was his. He had been ruthless, cold, deadly. He showed no mercy. Dakar, Armet, and Jarmen had stood to the side never interfering and never condemning his brutality against the men who struck out against his family, especially his mate. He wanted to set an example of what would happen to anyone who dared. The training room was a blood bath. He looked almost as bad. Blood covered him from head to foot. His chest was bare, long streaks of blood mixed with sweat ran down in eerie trails. Dakar, Jarmen, and Armet followed behind him. Blood splatters covered the three of them, evidence of the violence behind the punishment. The sight of the youngest lord struck terror into those who saw him as he approached the bridge. During the three hours it took for him to kill the two men, the emergency teams had repaired most of the damage to the warship and taken in the Tearnat warriors before their ship imploded. Jarmen informed him the warship’s engines would be back online within the next hour.

Men paused as he approached, bowing their heads in respect. Even the Tearnat warriors kneeled and placed their palms over their hearts in a show of respect and loyalty. Jazin walked onto the bridge without saying a word. He looked briefly at Jarmen who nodded. His friend closed his eyes and focused. When he opened them, his eyes blazed with power as he tapped into the communications system and opened it to every Kassisan, Elpidios, Tearnat, and Alliance ship within receiving distance.

“My name is Jazin Ja Kel Coradon. I am the third son of the ruling House of Kassis. Let it be known that any who strike against my family or my mate will be given no mercy. Death will not come fast enough. For the ones who have taken my mate, there is no place you can hide that I will not find you, no star system that can protect you, and no Gods that will give you mercy. I am coming for my mate and I am bringing death with me,” he growled out in an icy voice.

Jarmen closed his eyes, releasing the communications console back to the warrior in charge of it. Slowly one by one, the warriors on the bridge rose. The men looked proudly at Jazin’s bloody figure before kneeling. Each man bowed his head and placed a clenched fist against their heart. Jazin could have traveled throughout the great warship and found the same thing. Tearnat and Kassisan warriors knelt together in unity. There are many things that a true warrior holds scared, his mate being the most important.

Jazin’s jaw clenched. He would not show what the loss of Star was doing to him. He turned, nodding to Armet and Dakar. He looked at Jarmen who nodded in response to his silent order to follow him. As the door opened, a soft voice echoed through the warship’s communication system.

“Were you able to connect?” Star’s anxious voice sounded.

“Of course, my love. You have sound but no video, I’m afraid. I wish I could do more,” the deep masculine voice purred. “I would connect the universe to bring a smile to your face.”

Jazin turned in disbelief as his mate’s giggle echoed through the bridge. “You don’t have to do that, you adorable bundle of sweetness. I just need to talk with a warship called the Blue Star.”

“All they need to hear is the sweet sound of your voice, my beautiful oil can, and they would search for the beautiful face that goes with it,” the male said smoothly.

“Connect the transmission to a secure line on the commander’s console,” Jazin growled out turning to look briefly at Jarmen.

Jarmen nodded before closing his eyes and redirecting the transmission as Jazin requested. “It is done.”