Training the Warrior by Jaylee Davis

Author:Jaylee Davis [Davis, Jaylee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jaylee Davis
Published: 2016-02-28T23:00:00+00:00

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They had no trouble finding pad A. And despite Jarrok’s grumbling the whole time, their jog through the spaceport was invigorating. They took a few minutes to gather their gear from port storage before sprinting to the shuttle pads. The exercise also helped them arrive on time. Taelor immediately identified the right shuttle. The group of soldiers gathered near its open door was a dead giveaway. They all acted extremely relieved when they saw him and Jarrok arrive. It made his skin crawl. Something was very odd. Tauran soldiers didn’t usually act that way when they saw warriors. These didn’t even curse.

He signed a warning to his partner. Caution.

Jarrok shot him a curious look, but blinked once in understanding.

“Send them in and seal the hatch!” The clipped order came from a male inside the shuttle.

Taelor guessed Commander Gristol had been informed of their arrival. He sounded extremely exasperated. Apparently, they were about to find out why. One of the soldiers stepped aside so they could pass through the doorway. It slammed shut behind them. He and Jarrok dropped their gear onto the floor right in front of the door.

The commander was holed up in a small office near the back of the shuttle, studying a wall display. He was tall for a Tauran. About six-foot-two and middle aged, Taelor estimated. The man was definitely unhappy about something. He scented of anger.

“Should we be pissed too?” Jarrok kept his voice well below a whisper.

“After you find out what’s happened, I hope you will be,” the commander answered, startling Jarrok.

Taelor just snarled, biting back a curse. Gristol was an enhanced Tauran, a male with one or more hyper senses. In this case, it was hearing. He wondered if the commander could also smell their surprise. Instinctively, Taelor clenched his fists, straining against the thick leather wrapped around his forearms. At his side, Jarrok appeared just as tense.

“Tell us,” Taelor ordered.

He didn’t care if the commander was his superior or not. It was of no importance. Warriors chose their missions. They didn’t take orders like soldiers or spacers. Their primary duties were to defend the empire, protect the citizens, and above all else, be loyal to their clan. Warriors were an asset to the military. They weren’t subservient to it. It was crystal clear to Taelor that Gristol, for whatever reason, needed their help with this operation.

The commander scowled, giving Taelor an irritated look for his insolence before he explained. “One of our star cruisers was attacked as they left orbit from Turret IV.”

“Here? Right under our very noses?” Jarrok sounded incredulous.

Taelor felt the same. How could any of their enemies be so bold as to attack a Tauran vessel within the Turret system while a squadron of battle cruisers orbited Turret V?

“Do you know who did this and why?” The muscles in Taelor’s jaw flexed, a sure sign of his growing fury.

“Krellian pirates,” Gristol said. “But why they would target one of our ships engaged in a diplomatic mission doesn’t make any sense.

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