To all,
7/30/20 update - My apologies to all. I have done some additional re-editing (still not perfect) and the apology was for dumping this chapter so quickly. Between work, plague, politics and family matters, I just wanted to get it off my desk. This is purely a transitional chapter, no sex, and the sadness of loss. Yes, even us writers get attached to certain characters.
Again, my apologies, and I hope you will enjoy 10, I have no idea where it is going.
Due to the interest in this series, here is part 9. This chapter continues to discuss the choices we make in life and how it has a ripple effect to those around us, especially those we love.
Any aliens, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind. My attempts to enter a realm (writing), that has always eluded me, has been exciting. I hope you enjoy my continued tale of Drew Jr.
Part 9
Drew spun his stave and sent the old Lords knife spinning out of their little circle. Now he was facing two unsheathed claws and he could not forget the feet, 'don't forget the feet'. He reminded himself.
A quick swipe from the old Lord barley nicked him but shredded his shirt. Drew just ripped it off.
The warriors from the other Pride gasped when they saw his scars, scars of a warrior. He was not going to tell them that he got most of them before he was Lord protector. He received them from his now queen Tiffany when she was a bitch on wheels.
He spun again and connected with the older warrior's shoulder, he felt something give and could hear the pain radiating through the old Lord's mind.
Drew took two steps back and planted his stave. "Are we done now? I just broke your shoulder. I could crack your skull at any time. Are we done? Will you go in peace and let us live our lives?"
The old warrior roared and charged. Again, Drew could see inside the mind of the old warrior and was ready. He side-stepped the raking claws and slammed the stave down on the knee of the Lord. He heard and felt the bones crack. The old warrior howled in pain and rolled down the little hillock they were fighting on.
His surviving son ran to his side and tried to get him to surrender. The old warrior screamed in frustration. He shoved his son aside but not before grabbing his son's weapon. Swinging it to point at Drew.
Drew stood impassively on the ridge of the little hillock providing an amazing target. A green beam buzzed past Drew, vaporizing the old warrior.
Thing Two walked up to her Lord, turned her head, and mentally asked him. 'Were you going to let I him shoot you?' He 'heard' what she wanted to end it with 'you idiot'.
"No, his son had flicked on the safety before his father grabbed the weapon. I would have moved before that was disengaged. But I knew you were aiming and would fire." He responded. He did not want to tell her his mental capabilities had morphed again.
She looked at him strangely but shrugged. "Thing One is pregnant again. I need to keep our count of cubs or better it. So, I must keep my Lord safe," she ended with a smile and turned to leave but froze.
Drew turned and found the members of the Other Pride kneeling before him.
He was now the Lord of their pride too.
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Drew surveyed the field below him. He was not quite sure what to do, so he followed his own advice and started to the eat the elephant.
Drew could feel life below him, in the son that had been stabbed in the back. He broadcast out to all "We need medical to the younger son. He is still alive." he could 'see' people start moving and knew that help was coming.
Drew turned back to all the kneeling Cats from the far and distant 'other' pride. He shook his head at what was left of the Old Lord and then said in human English, "Not no, but Fuck No," He did not need to tell Meme NOT to translate.
"I need you to rise. I need you to meet with me and discuss...many things. Rise please, and do two things for me," Drew requested.
"Of course, my Lord, you now command us," responded the older son with a defeated air.
"Those are the things to be discussed. But please get those landing craft to the ground. There are too many guns in the sky facing each other. Put away all weapons, you have no enemies here. Our security people will keep theirs, but the rest of the Pride will put theirs away too." Drew provided a brief mental blast outlining disarming as soon as the Other pride had. He wanted the Other Pride on the ground and disarmed.
Drew paused looking for argument and received none, "We want those Cat cruisers to wait outside of the sphere of the earth-mars orbits. We can send coordinates. They will be close, but it will calm the fears with Earth Security. Come, let us talk and discuss the future."
Drew turned and found Meme and Tiffany waiting for him.
They were looking past his shoulder and he turned to find out what caught their interest. An older female and a younger female, the ones that were part of the old Lords procession. They were still on both knees, faces down in the grass.
Drew turned to face the elder son and asked, "Please help me understand why they are still prostrate?"
The son just shrugged, "They probably want to know if you are going to kill them now or later?" He could see Drews puzzlement and continued, "They are the old lord's queens. Since he lost, they are dishonored and would normally be killed. Or so the old lord taught us."
Drew just rolled his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "It looks like we have a lot to discuss."
Drew could hear old school thrusters lowering the Cat craft to the ground. He had forgotten how loud and ground disturbing they could be. But at least they were landing and not hanging over their heads.
Once the craft had landed and he could be heard again, he spoke to the two queens.
"When I said rise, it meant you two also. Unless you want to die, no one here will harm you." He turned muttering, "lots to discuss."
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