Evil premonition filled Egilka’s gut. He looked in the direction the Tragooms were heading. Sure enough, he caught sight of a familiar steel-haired covered head. It was Clajak, standing in front of the performing Duhi, a big appreciative smile lighting his face. He had no idea doom was coming on him fast.
Egilka shoved his way through the crowd, panic making his heart hammer. The congestion closest to the stage thickened, held him back. There was no way he’d get to the prince before the Tragooms slipped the noose around the Dramok’s neck.
A battle-trained Kalquorian could take on several Tragooms in hand-to-hand combat. Egilka was not battle-trained. He was a research scientist, an Imdiko who had taken only a few fighting classes with mostly self-defense in mind. Egilka would be no match for the pair of aliens that towered over him, each weighing twice as much as him.
His frantic brain could think of only one thing to do. He pulled the needle with its vial of sedative from his pouch, the one he’d intended on using on Clajak. Egilka had no idea if it would be potent enough to take out a Tragoom ... and he could only dose one.
There was no time to deliberate over his chances. The broad back of the Tragooms were right in front of him now, rents in the hides they wore showing him the thick, rock-like surface of their gray skin. There were only three places on a Tragoom’s thick hide that were vulnerable to a stabbing attack. Egilka’s aim would have to be accurate. A miss would probably get him killed.
Releasing mid-December 2015