Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5) by A.G. Wilde (most important books of all time txt) 📗

a raging sandstorm that had them sheltering under makeshift tents till the worst of it passed. As the grains of sand flying through the air finally calmed down enough for them to walk, Kyro checked his blaster on his hip as his brothers rose around him to begin the trek and search.

“Do you think your hunch was correct?” Rokan began. “Do you think we’ll find humans here?”

Xul was walking ahead of them all and he shrugged. “I hope not.” He paused, checking his navigation instrument.

“The Mukkians approach,” Yce said from behind and Kyro looked in the direction in which Yce’s glowing eyes pointed. Sure enough, a small cloud of dust was approaching and as the Mukkians drew nearer, Kyro could make out the large serpentine beasts on which they liked to travel.

“These little fiends,” Rokan said, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked like a statue with his bald head gleaming in the sunlight and Kyro paused for a second, wondering if that was how he looked too. After all, they looked almost identical if not for Rokan’s thicker frame and wider head and green eyes.

“Fiends?” Crex shot him a look. “Those little beings? Hardly.”

Xul chuckled as the Mukkians arrived. “They can be fiends if they don’t like you. I guess they don’t like you then, brother.” His gaze landed on Rokan, laughter swimming underneath it.

Rokan only lifted his chin higher in the air and eyed the little men as they hopped off their transport. They were short, brown little men wearing robes that matched the color of the sand and their skin. From afar, if they weren’t beside their serpentine rides, they almost blended in with the desert itself.

In one hand they carried little spears.

They looked almost childlike with their small stature, not reaching even his knee in height, and their small beady eyes and large ears added to the picture.

“Oh look,” one of the Mukkians nudged another as soon as they hopped off the creature, “two bald heads today.”

No doubt they were referring to him and Rokan. Why they refused to use anyone’s names was beyond him. It was incredibly...rude.

But the Mukkians didn’t care.

Another chuckled. “Bald.”

“As shiny as Mexclar’s behind.”

More chuckling and Kyro frowned as Rokan made an irritated sound in his throat.

The laughter behind Xul’s eyes only grew in intensity as he heard what they said.

Crex tilted his head. “But you are bald too,” he noted, speaking to the Mukkians as the rest of them hopped off the creature.

There were six of them and they all turned to look at him at once, the laughter dying from their lips.

Crex shrugged, lifting his hands in the air, a rare grin splitting his face.

“You are wise to give up that conversation, Dark Terror.”

“Dark Terror?” he and Rokan spoke at the same time and Yce burst out a laugh. Crex frowned at the three of them.

“Why does he get such a name, but you call us names based on the way we look?” Rokan’s eyes flashed with anger. “Baldhead, for instance.” Rokan touched his head and Kyro watched him rub his hand along it.

He knew why Rokan was so upset.

Hair was Rokan’s weakness. He missed his full head of hair.

“Glow eyes and Xul know why,” one of the Mukkians said.

Everyone looked from Xul to Yce as Rokan threw his hands up in the air.

“So, you call Xul by his right name?” Rokan lunged for one of the little men but almost lost his step as the little man easily moved out of the way, the sand gliding under his little feet with ease.

Rokan growled, much to the ire of everyone standing there.

“All right, enough.” Xul sobered. “We’re here on a serious mission, in case you forget.” He turned his attention to the Mukkians. “Reports at the base said you found an object.”

“Affirmative.” One of the Mukkians stepped forward.

“Lead us to it.”

With a jerk of their heads, the group of little men began leading the way, their serpentine beasts moving through the sand beside them.

It did not take long before they came upon a mound of sand that was much bigger than the other dunes dotting the area.

Rokan flipped out an instrument and scanned. “My device says this is not a natural occurrence.”

Kyro walked along it, his eyes moving up and down.

It was as large as a small ship. It could be a ship.

The Mukkians moved up to the rise of sand, one of them burying his spear into the sand until it could go in no farther. Jamming his spear in a few times, it was obvious that whatever was underneath was solid because the spear kept hitting something, a dull thud echoing underneath the sand.

Crex sniffed the air and Yce’s eyes began to glow, no doubt each sensing if there were any life forms onboard.

Taking out a little gadget he’d brought along, small enough to fit in his pocket, Kyro activated the little droid. As the thing unfurled and constructed itself, the little whirring sound it made had the Mukkians’ attention immediately. Despite that they’d carved a way for themselves on their dying planet, they all had a deep interest in metal and gadgets and he was sure they were going to want to take his little droid when the mission was over.

As he placed the droid against the sand, he ordered it to dig and it began making a hole, moving forward toward the large object.

“I can sense nothing,” Crex finally said, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the large mound of sand.

“Neither can I,” Yce said.

The droid’s progress was quick, a hole big enough for two of them to fit into materializing as they spoke.

As the object underneath the sand was revealed, Kyro made a note on his datapad for the Restitution to pick up.

The dark metal that was being revealed was undoubtedly a Tasqal vessel—only they used the rare talik metal to construct space vehicles.

“A stasis hold,” Rokan breathed, stepping closer.

Xul’s eyes narrowed. “If this is here, our hunch was true. There could only be