Defying The Alliance: ERUPTION (Novokin Alliance Invasion 3) by Bobbi Ross Read Free Book Online

please, don’t do it. Regardless of everything, you’re my sister. I love you. We can work this out –.”
    Before I had the chance to finish my sentence she pressed the trigger.
    I ducked and covered my head as green energy tendrils spread out from the gun and then exploded, taking with it both the hand and arm that held it. She let loose a feral scream that agitated gooseflesh from my arms down my spine. The feral scream quickly devolved into a sickening gurgle. The scent of burned flesh assailed my nostrils and a black, putrid smoke stung my eyes.
    Coughing through the smoke I found her. I gasped at the sight of her. Her right arm was gone, nearly to the shoulder. The right side of her face had all but melted. White glistening bone shone through where my sister's pretty face had once been.
    "– Cass, Cass," she rasped.
    I stared into her one remaining eye, which rolled around for a moment before focusing on me. Without malice or pity I spoke softly to my soon to be dead sister, "Most of all Maarie you were stupid for thinking I believed all of your lies. Rest in the eight infernos."
    Tears clouding my vision, I was forced to paw around on the floor for my laser pistol from the floor where I had tossed it. Through the haze of pain, guilt, tears, smoke and dust I made my way to the stairs. He was going to pay. The monster responsible for all my pain, for Trex’s pain, for the pain inflicted on millions over millions of innocent souls. It was Asmot's turn.

Chapter 11
     
     
     
     
    Peering around the edge of the escape pod in the port side of the bridge, I made sure no inquisitive eyes were pointed my direction before I made my move.
    Belly crawling across the open walkway as fast as Terranly possible, I slithered my way to the starboard side of the ship, near the stairs at the rear of the expansive bridge. I threw up my hands to both stifle a yelp and hold my breath when a putrid looking vole skittered by. So. Gross. You'd think as far as the Novokin Alliance reached, somewhere along the way they would've learned to clean their ships. Nasty.
    I switched my hands to cover my head, hoping to protect myself from the falling debris as the floor of the Novokin ship shook like a shifting planet. Ha! They must have started the attack. Good for you Jaxx.
    I chanced a glance up and over the abandoned console I hid behind. The Novokin bridge was chaotic to say the least. Kind of like it was put together from a multitude of different bridges, ‘piecemeal’ my chief engineer had called it.
    This entire floor appeared to be the bridge. There were several empty chairs and rows of old consoles directly in front of me. The place was replete with outdated technologies, allowing for more than half the space to go wasted. Then it appeared as if a smaller more compact bridge was dropped right in the center of the oblong open room. That sheetek Asmot sat in the center of it, far closer to the front of the raised platform, shouting commands to the double row of Novokins at his feet. One might also be led to believe, hoped that somewhere in their travels, the mighty Novokin Alliance would have come across an interior designer. This whole dull dark charcoal gray motif of exposed metal and Nasairian ridged welds was made even more drab when paired against their purple skin.
    Images of the firefight outside from several different angles flashed across their viewer. I was held in awe at the immensity of the destruction going on outside. My heart swelled with hope for the fleet’s success, at the same time fear's icy grip clutched it tight ready to rip it apart as images of my valiant crew and Trex’s stunning golden face adorned by a pair of sizzling hot emerald eyes assailed my mind. I saw them fighting for their lives when I realized I'd been in plain view for the last two minutes. I dropped back to the floor with a thump. At least everyone else on the bridge was focused on the battle too.
    Crawling further down the row of unused