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enough conviction behind her voice, she very much doubted she could gun him down in cold blood, regardless of how vile he was.  She had training in firearms when she enlisted for the Space Marines, but she hadn’t stayed in the service long enough to see real action and killing someone who wasn’t armed was one step she was unwilling to take.
    “You insolent bitch!” the slaver thundered.  “Give me back my gun!”
    Regardless of the danger he lunged at her.  With lightning speed she lashed out with her leg and aimed a savage kick straight into the slaver’s chest.  It was one of the many self-defence techniques she’d learnt off her dad and it was designed to knock the breath from the slaver’s body.                                                   
    It did the trick, and he staggered back.  Waving the pistol around, Maya kicked off her heels and darted barefoot toward the vacant flying bike.
    “Stop her!” yelled the slaver captain as a great gale of laughter and cheering went up from the Blood Sharks.  They were clearly greatly entertained by this unexpected development.  Maya ignored them, her attention fixed on the bike and her one slim chance for escape.
    One of the native guards suddenly appeared in front of her his energy weapon raised.  It was a sleek rifle like mechanism with a bayonet fixed on the end of it.  The soldier looked ready to shoot her down stone cold dead, but she struck out with the butt of her pistol before he could do so, sending a clumsy swipe across his temple. 
    He grunted and staggered back lost his balance, falling ignobly onto his butt.  Relief surged through her and she bolted past him.  Just when she thought she was clear of him though, he jabbed out clumsily with his bayonet. 
    She felt a searing pain in her lower leg as the tip of the blade punctured her skin and she let out a sharp yell, dropping her pistol in the process.  She felt the sticky drizzle of blood running down to her foot.
    Despite the wound she lurched forward, almost inches from the waiting bike.  Panting hard she grabbed its handlebars and attempted to climb onto the seat.  A blur of dark grey shot towards her from the corner of her eye and suddenly immensely powerful arms wrapped themselves around her chest and pulled her away from the bike. 
    A body of iron hard muscle pressed against her and with a sinking feeling, she realised who was holding her.
    “That’s enough now,” a deep, silk soft voice purred into her ear.
    “Excellent Vron,” the Prince Consort called out as he sauntered towards them.  “That was a most entertaining show.”
    Maya tried to struggle but it was impossible to free herself from the iron grip of the man called Vron.  His close proximity made her tingle in a way that wasn’t appropriate for the situation.
    “Let me go,” she said in a surly voice.  “You have no right to do this.”
    “I have no right,” Vron said quietly, his voice so close to her ear, it sent shivers down her spine, “but the Prince Consort has.  Anger him and you’ll be sacrificed to the Blood God.”
    She bit her lip and glared at the gaudily dressed man as he reached them.  “For a big girl, she runs as fast as a cyber-jaguar.”
    “A thousand apologies your Excellency,” the slaver captain said in a servile tone.  He had lumbered over to them with his grubby hands clasped in front of him in supplication.  “This has never happened before!  I will have this rebellious cow executed at once!”
    “I suppose you must, but it is all frightfully tedious,” the Prince Consort said in a bored voice.  “Though she does show some fiery spirit, it would be a shame to snuff it out.  If she were a little less rounded, I’d buy her myself.  No matter, her death will make an amusing diversion.  Carry on then, captain.”
    “Wait,” Vron’s voice cracked like a whip, making all three of them flinch.  He loosened his grip on Maya by just a fraction.