Ends, Means, Laws and an Angry Ship by Lyn Gala

Author:Lyn Gala
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: science fiction, space opera, space, alien contact, war, slow burn, gay romance, gay
Publisher: Lyn Gala
Published: 2019-09-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

JOHN LED THEM BACK toward the place where his soldiers had nearly gotten their asses handed to them. All those Command soldiers losing to one alien inspired the sort of fear that Tyce preferred to repress. A sergeant brought his weapon up as they came around the curve of the corridor. “Plat, lower your weapon,” John ordered.

“Sir!” He didn’t lower the weapon, but he did give John an almost desperate look.

“I know.” John stopped near the sergeant. “But I’m ordering you to lower the weapon.” The sergeant slowly complied. He might not have liked John’s orders, but he wasn’t going to flout them. “Come on,” John said. Yoss grunted and leaned against the wall. His body language screamed his unwillingness to walk into a room full of armed Command soldiers. Tyce glanced at Ama to see how she planned to handle him, but she followed John into the room behind the sergeant.

Tyce refused to allow her to face Command alone, so he followed, leaving Yoss to guard their retreat. The second he entered the elongated room, he smelled blood.

The doctor who had examined Tyce had been crouching on the floor between two injured soldiers, but now he stood. He clutched an instrument and braced his feet as if he was about to fly into battle to defend his patients. It made Tyce’s heart ache that a good person like the doctor saw them as threats to helpless men and women.

And there were far too many injured. “Were there more aliens?” Tyce asked. Patients’ faces and hands were burned. Several had dried blood around their noses or mouths. One woman had a gory bandage covering an eye. And in the far corner, three perfectly still bodies lay in shadows.

“No.” John’s voice was flat. Cold. Tyce wondered if the others could hear the fear. Movement caught his eye, and he turned to see a familiar man bring up his weapon. He was the guard who had taken Tyce from the room of stink and slime to the cell.

“I know you would rather shoot us, but we have an alien enemy we need to focus on.” Tyce said.

John turned around. “Specialist Wiles, stand down.”

Wiles lowered his weapon, but he kept a firm grip on it. Tyce placed himself between Wiles and Ama.

Sergeant Plat spoke from his spot next to the door. “We would rather arrest you and take you to Earth to stand trial.”

“We still have Imshee to worry about,” John said, cutting off the entire conversation. He stepped between Plat and Tyce. “We’re the smallest of the three human groups on this ship. We need an alliance or we’re going to be the first wiped out by the Imshee.”

“But them?” Wiles looked at Tyce like he was a bug badly in need of being stepped on. “Sir,” he added as an afterthought.

“Would you rather play nice with Acosta and his group?” John demanded. That was a name Tyce knew. So the asshole who had tried shoving Tyce into the ship’s wiring had led a coup.

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