Defying The Alliance: INFERNO (Novokin Alliance Invasion 2)
brightened, pleased by the memory he was stirring. "She's my Marr Marr. She looks like you. She takes care of me. We sing, we play games. She teaches me stuff. At night she comes and combs my hair. Well, she did until the angry mans came and took us from our home."
    "What man do you speak of?" Trex felt a familiar anger brewing.
    Her voice dropped low and she looked around, as if what she was about to say would call forth some kind of bogeyman. She leaned into his ear. "The ones with the rifnels."
    “You mean plasma rifles?” he asked, in a gentle tone.
    A vivacious nod of her little head confirmed his guess.
    “What is your name little one?”
    “Mapril,” she uttered.
    "Mapril where did they take your Marr Marr?" His fingers grazed her pale, soft cheek. Her cool minute fingers stroked his in return. When pressed for an answer she just shook her head and tears wet her eyes.
    "You are so soft, just like my Marr Marr."
    Then before Trex could react, little arms wrapped around his neck. Dammit. He squeezed her back, just as the girl began to hum a nursery rhyme, one he recognized from his own mother. Marr Marr he realized must be from MarlaMara, a common Othmarvian female's name.
    A deafening crash echoed from the hall. Plasma beams cut the metal door frame to shreds. Death knells cut through the sterilized air. His new friends? Caspia? Or Novokin guards?
    Scooping the little youngling up in his arms, he utilized his fantastic speed and all his ferocity to hustle all the younglings to the far corner of the room. He shielded them with his body. Just as the telltale green energy discharges, signatures of Novokin plasma rifles, swept through the room.
    Two Novokin guards were the first through the decimated doors. His valiant captain and her crew pushed them back. When the guards spotted Trex, they took aim and fired at him with total disregard of the younglings he protected. Unfortunately, he’d laid his weapons down to talk with Mapril. They closed on him. Supercharged green bolts of fire tore into the exposed flesh of his back. Tiny mouths screamed in fear.
    “You cowards, craokecks! Stop firing! These are your young ones,” he howled and winced at the barrage of close quarter shots. They couldn't cause him any permanent damage, but it felt like he was being attacked by a nest of angry Toolarian hornets. His body absorbed most of the blasts. Small pieces of debris shot through the room from stray explosions ricocheting off the decimated furniture. Several of the younglings cried out in pain as small pieces of the debris bit and cut into their soft skin. Most whimpered, huddled in together behind his massive frame. Brave little souls. Several, held onto him for all they were worth.
    A few minutes later, the small cadre of Novokin guards at his back ceased fire. A voice that was new to his ears and yet as familiar to his heart as his own name called out to him. "Trex, come on we have to leave now."
    He stood unable to move. Joints aching from the overload of energy he'd absorbed and had yet to discharge. Small lilac hands reached out and gave him pause. "I will never forget you Marr-Marr man."
    Returning to his knees he cupped the youngling’s face with one hand. "No Mapril, remember your Marr-Marr. Remember how she was kind to you, and that she loved you. And when you think of this day, remember," he pointed at the guards still on the ground, currently being liberated of their rifles. He made sure to first catch the eyes of every youngling there, before he finished. "Remember that they fired on you."
    A warm, familiar touch on his shoulder told him it was time to go.

Chapter 8
     
     
     
    "The assassins have reached the city! Keep firing!" The sturdy female yelled. Her well-worn, gray dress denoted of someone that lived off a land that wasn't always kind. She pointed to a low wall where several aliens had taken cover. The asteroid wasn't much, but it had been their parent's parent's home.
    Three of their males who had

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