Eban's Command: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Science Fiction Alien Romance) (Survival Wars Book 2) by Hana Starr
Authors: Hana Starr
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world started to spin crazily around her. Even with the
low gravity, there was nothing she could do. All she could see were flashing
colors. All she could feel was vertigo, her brain scrambling with dizziness,
and the friction of the air system scraping her skin. There was no telling how
fast she fell, how close the ground was. She couldn’t do anything, couldn’t
move on her own, though the wind flailed her limbs and her head suddenly
snapped back.
Her neck cracked suddenly, and everything came to a jarring
halt.
“Don’t worry,” Eban murmured. “I’ll always catch you when
you fall.”
It hurt right at the base of her skull when she moved her
head to look up. They were drifting now, pulled steadily downward, with half of
her body cradled against the Icari commander. Directly below, the attackers
were thumping their hammerlike fists on the ground and roaring.
Saffron tried to speak, but no words would come from her
struggling lungs. Nothing hurt, but everything ached from whiplash. Eban just
smiled down at her a little. “Don’t worry.” Then, he looked up at the ranks of
his people all crowded on the rafters. “Icari!” he called. “To me!”
In a rainbow cascade, the Icari dove directly for the
ground. Tullia was the fastest, wings pressed flat to her back as she dropped
into a hurtling fall that saw her crashing right into one of the invaders. They
fell to the ground and began to brawl, but the golem-like creature was too slow
compared to Tullia’s lightning-fast jabs. Light flashed across a paring knife,
the same one she always kept tucked into her harness. Blood spurted through the
air as she slammed it into every available weak point in the gaps of the
invader’s armor.
The fighting began in earnest as Eban came to a rest on the
ground behind a bench, one wing spread out to cover Saffron. The Icari were
small and slender, tossed around like mere ants, and only a few of them had any
weapons, but there was a strength in numbers that could not be denied. In only
a moment, she watched as Karree launched herself from a perch, slammed one into
the ground with her fists, and then leapt away again with blood seeping from
her hands; the moment the creature hit the floor, a swarm of children leapt
upon it, clawing and kicking. Here and there, she saw a broader pair of Icari who
had never spoken to her. They were obligatory guards, and they flashed their
weapons now, firing again and again. When they had to reload, one covered the
other.
And so it went on.
The fire at the front of the ship was spreading, smoke blown
closer and closer to the battlefield by the air currents. Most of it drifted up
due to the lack of gravity but some of it was far too close to the
delicate-bodies Icari. Saffron swallowed hard, already able to taste the acrid
tang of poison in the back of her throat. “Eban, the smoke…”
“I know,” he said tightly. “I dispatched the filtration
workers first thing. With any luck, they’ll…”
A peal of thunder sounded in her ears, so painful and
enormous she thought her ears might split and her brain would liquefy. Clamping
her hands to the side of her head, Saffron shut her eyes tight; nothing would
have been able to stop her from hearing Eban’s cry of pain, and a resounding
crash as his body was flung.
“Found…you,” a garbled voice groaned, sounding like an
earthquake. The sound of it thrummed in her chest like a bass drum beat. Hardly
daring to open her eyes, she saw a mountain standing over her. It was the
largest invader, the leader with jagged protrusions thrusting up from his back.
He wasn’t look at her, however.
Rolling her eyes, she saw Eban struggling to sit up. One of
his wings hung crooked and she had to strangle a gasp, forcing herself to
remember that the wings weren’t actually part of him.
“Nothing better to do, huh?” Eban grunted, reaching to the
floor and pushing himself up to his feet. “Must be
low gravity, there was nothing she could do. All she could see were flashing
colors. All she could feel was vertigo, her brain scrambling with dizziness,
and the friction of the air system scraping her skin. There was no telling how
fast she fell, how close the ground was. She couldn’t do anything, couldn’t
move on her own, though the wind flailed her limbs and her head suddenly
snapped back.
Her neck cracked suddenly, and everything came to a jarring
halt.
“Don’t worry,” Eban murmured. “I’ll always catch you when
you fall.”
It hurt right at the base of her skull when she moved her
head to look up. They were drifting now, pulled steadily downward, with half of
her body cradled against the Icari commander. Directly below, the attackers
were thumping their hammerlike fists on the ground and roaring.
Saffron tried to speak, but no words would come from her
struggling lungs. Nothing hurt, but everything ached from whiplash. Eban just
smiled down at her a little. “Don’t worry.” Then, he looked up at the ranks of
his people all crowded on the rafters. “Icari!” he called. “To me!”
In a rainbow cascade, the Icari dove directly for the
ground. Tullia was the fastest, wings pressed flat to her back as she dropped
into a hurtling fall that saw her crashing right into one of the invaders. They
fell to the ground and began to brawl, but the golem-like creature was too slow
compared to Tullia’s lightning-fast jabs. Light flashed across a paring knife,
the same one she always kept tucked into her harness. Blood spurted through the
air as she slammed it into every available weak point in the gaps of the
invader’s armor.
The fighting began in earnest as Eban came to a rest on the
ground behind a bench, one wing spread out to cover Saffron. The Icari were
small and slender, tossed around like mere ants, and only a few of them had any
weapons, but there was a strength in numbers that could not be denied. In only
a moment, she watched as Karree launched herself from a perch, slammed one into
the ground with her fists, and then leapt away again with blood seeping from
her hands; the moment the creature hit the floor, a swarm of children leapt
upon it, clawing and kicking. Here and there, she saw a broader pair of Icari who
had never spoken to her. They were obligatory guards, and they flashed their
weapons now, firing again and again. When they had to reload, one covered the
other.
And so it went on.
The fire at the front of the ship was spreading, smoke blown
closer and closer to the battlefield by the air currents. Most of it drifted up
due to the lack of gravity but some of it was far too close to the
delicate-bodies Icari. Saffron swallowed hard, already able to taste the acrid
tang of poison in the back of her throat. “Eban, the smoke…”
“I know,” he said tightly. “I dispatched the filtration
workers first thing. With any luck, they’ll…”
A peal of thunder sounded in her ears, so painful and
enormous she thought her ears might split and her brain would liquefy. Clamping
her hands to the side of her head, Saffron shut her eyes tight; nothing would
have been able to stop her from hearing Eban’s cry of pain, and a resounding
crash as his body was flung.
“Found…you,” a garbled voice groaned, sounding like an
earthquake. The sound of it thrummed in her chest like a bass drum beat. Hardly
daring to open her eyes, she saw a mountain standing over her. It was the
largest invader, the leader with jagged protrusions thrusting up from his back.
He wasn’t look at her, however.
Rolling her eyes, she saw Eban struggling to sit up. One of
his wings hung crooked and she had to strangle a gasp, forcing herself to
remember that the wings weren’t actually part of him.
“Nothing better to do, huh?” Eban grunted, reaching to the
floor and pushing himself up to his feet. “Must be
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