D. M. Alexandra

“Abominations. He did not say the last word aloud, but she felt something like pain echo through him, pity. “You sound like you know a lot about this kind of thing?” “You could say I have first hand experience.” Valdagerion was looking up at the tanks a dark twisted pain in his eyes. The expression made her heart pound with alarm. The alien was wounded, the kind of deep physiological wounds that could make a person very dangerous.”

“So, what’s behind door number one?” Mary commented, bringing him out of his thoughts as the second air lock door opened. “Pardon?” “Oh, nothing. Game show reference, I make silly comments when I get nervous.” He led the way in to the corridor, on either side glass windows looked over the flanking rooms but it was too dark to see anything. Valdagerion suddenly stopped, listening. Abruptly he pressed her flat against the wall, almost crushing her just as four armed Unseeile appeared around the curve in the corner, rifles aiming. Blue bursts of light and heat flew past them. “Shit.” Mary squeaked. “I would have settled for the cuddly toy.”