Defying The Alliance: ERUPTION (Novokin Alliance Invasion 3) Read Online Free
Author: Bobbi Ross
Tags: Suspense, Romance, Action & Adventure, Paranormal, Adult, series, Space Opera, SciFi, supernatural, Short-Story, Alien, romantic suspense, Erotic, challenge, Slaves, sassy, Captured, invasion, outlaw, authority, Crew, space travel, separated, space ship, galaxy, Headstrong, Novokin Alliance, 3 Part Serial, Warbird Razor, Terran Captain, Enslaving People, Fleet Disbanded, Fugitive, Deep Proteus, Space Station, Barbarian Alien, Conclusion, ERUPTION, nemesis, Failure, Novokin Butcher, Grand Inquisitor, Massive Golden Alien, Novokin Soldiers, Trex, Leads Army, Plasma Bombs, Betrayals
no one in this room has any love for the Alliance."
I poked an accusatory finger at his chest. "That uniform there tells me different Commander."
I grabbed his collar with one hand and pulled his nose down to meet mine. The other hand was busy bringing the plasma pistol up to his chin. I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm supposed to believe that? And maybe there's more like you out there, waiting to take up arms and rebel against the Alliance too, am I right?" I was in no mood for games.
His face was solemn, but this Commander Marco didn't waver one iota when he spoke. "Well Captain, I can say with great certainty that on this ship I'm the only Novokin I know of who feels the way I do."
"And why is that?" I growled, giving him the stinkiest stink eye could muster. And I'd be damned but I could almost smell it. Sniff. Sniff. Oh wait, that was me. The accumulation of nearly two days of cramped space travel and then lying on that nasty cell floor, all sans bath, had me pretty ripe.
His voice was somber but confident. "Because Captain, I know for a fact anyone else on the ship who has either spoken out, acted out or even been suspected of defying the Alliance, is already dead."
"Fair enough," I huffed, lowering the pistol. Slowly.
Julie's Novokin pointed at the table. "This is all I could smuggle under my cloak without being too conspicuous."
I shot a speculative glance at the Terran girl with the strange fiery hair. It turned into a glare as I had to wait for her to finish playing kissy-face with her Novokin boyfriend. When she finally came up for air and noticed me, she held her hands up in surrender.
"Oh no, I'm not touching one of those ray guns. I'm just as likely to shoot my own foot off." She reached out and took a wicked looking long knife off the table. Holding it curved side down, it stretched the length of her forearm. She turned back to the both of us and flashed a toothy grin."This'll do just fine," she said cheerfully. Creepy.
Commander Marco and I looked at each other for a moment. Me wondering just who the in the eight infernos Julie was, and him wondering… Well who the prak knows what a Novokin wonders about. Anyway, he began to undo his belt. I quirked that trademark Jones eyebrow at him. When he caught it, he seemed to fumble with the buckle. Good, my Captain's mojo was still intact.
"Here," Marco finally said, after unbuckling then handing over what was apparently a second belt he had threaded over his own. It was a magnetic holster, and would fit two plasma pistols on it nicely.
I tried it on and it slumped down at an odd angle over my hips. I was afraid the belt would make running difficult. Croatonian panhandlers can't be specific , so I started to load it down with incendiary devices and extra charging packs. I snapped on two pistols and hoisted one of the plasma cannons he put on the table. I dropped it back to the table just as quickly. I didn’t need my intestines bursting out of my stomach. Sacred skeck that was heavy. It wouldn't only be a pain to lug around, but it would be a skeetek to fire. I’d just have to keep alternating between the pistols so they wouldn’t overheat. Cheap Novokin junk. Yeah, yeah. Croatoian panhandlers and all that.
The Novokin male shrugged off his obscenely gaudy coat and I got a good look at him. He was tall and slender, but well muscled. Apparently the shoulders were his, not the coat’s. Nice. He was handsome in a classical sort of way, if you liked that kind of thing. And he was obviously, most definitely and certainly most importantly, 100% in love with my crew member. At least if the furtive glances they kept casting each other and the accidental brush-ups-against were any evidence.
"Should I assume you have a plan to get us out of this mess, Marco?" I interrupted their googly-eyes session.
"Yes Captain," Marco snapped, falling right into the military hierarchy of the room. Good man, that would make this a lot easier. "I've got a light slip fighter
I poked an accusatory finger at his chest. "That uniform there tells me different Commander."
I grabbed his collar with one hand and pulled his nose down to meet mine. The other hand was busy bringing the plasma pistol up to his chin. I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm supposed to believe that? And maybe there's more like you out there, waiting to take up arms and rebel against the Alliance too, am I right?" I was in no mood for games.
His face was solemn, but this Commander Marco didn't waver one iota when he spoke. "Well Captain, I can say with great certainty that on this ship I'm the only Novokin I know of who feels the way I do."
"And why is that?" I growled, giving him the stinkiest stink eye could muster. And I'd be damned but I could almost smell it. Sniff. Sniff. Oh wait, that was me. The accumulation of nearly two days of cramped space travel and then lying on that nasty cell floor, all sans bath, had me pretty ripe.
His voice was somber but confident. "Because Captain, I know for a fact anyone else on the ship who has either spoken out, acted out or even been suspected of defying the Alliance, is already dead."
"Fair enough," I huffed, lowering the pistol. Slowly.
Julie's Novokin pointed at the table. "This is all I could smuggle under my cloak without being too conspicuous."
I shot a speculative glance at the Terran girl with the strange fiery hair. It turned into a glare as I had to wait for her to finish playing kissy-face with her Novokin boyfriend. When she finally came up for air and noticed me, she held her hands up in surrender.
"Oh no, I'm not touching one of those ray guns. I'm just as likely to shoot my own foot off." She reached out and took a wicked looking long knife off the table. Holding it curved side down, it stretched the length of her forearm. She turned back to the both of us and flashed a toothy grin."This'll do just fine," she said cheerfully. Creepy.
Commander Marco and I looked at each other for a moment. Me wondering just who the in the eight infernos Julie was, and him wondering… Well who the prak knows what a Novokin wonders about. Anyway, he began to undo his belt. I quirked that trademark Jones eyebrow at him. When he caught it, he seemed to fumble with the buckle. Good, my Captain's mojo was still intact.
"Here," Marco finally said, after unbuckling then handing over what was apparently a second belt he had threaded over his own. It was a magnetic holster, and would fit two plasma pistols on it nicely.
I tried it on and it slumped down at an odd angle over my hips. I was afraid the belt would make running difficult. Croatonian panhandlers can't be specific , so I started to load it down with incendiary devices and extra charging packs. I snapped on two pistols and hoisted one of the plasma cannons he put on the table. I dropped it back to the table just as quickly. I didn’t need my intestines bursting out of my stomach. Sacred skeck that was heavy. It wouldn't only be a pain to lug around, but it would be a skeetek to fire. I’d just have to keep alternating between the pistols so they wouldn’t overheat. Cheap Novokin junk. Yeah, yeah. Croatoian panhandlers and all that.
The Novokin male shrugged off his obscenely gaudy coat and I got a good look at him. He was tall and slender, but well muscled. Apparently the shoulders were his, not the coat’s. Nice. He was handsome in a classical sort of way, if you liked that kind of thing. And he was obviously, most definitely and certainly most importantly, 100% in love with my crew member. At least if the furtive glances they kept casting each other and the accidental brush-ups-against were any evidence.
"Should I assume you have a plan to get us out of this mess, Marco?" I interrupted their googly-eyes session.
"Yes Captain," Marco snapped, falling right into the military hierarchy of the room. Good man, that would make this a lot easier. "I've got a light slip fighter
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