Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
Wrexxon
Istrode onto the command deck, my boots pounding the steel floor. “Status report!”
The raiders on duty turned to me, clicking their heels in salute. Usually, my battle chief would give me battle updates, but Kolt was not standing at his usual spot. My chest tightened, but I clenched my teeth and joined my majak.
“We have narrowed down the places Kolt and the human could have been taken to, Raas.”
I folded my arms across my chest and rocked back on my heels. “How many?”
“Two. Both in the same solar system. One is a planet suspected to be under Zagrath control, and one is a deserted planet comprised of mostly desert.”
I did not put it past the Empire to stash prisoners on a barren world, but my Vandar instinct told me it was more the Zagrath style to appropriate others’ worlds and their infrastructure. Taking over cities and colonies had always been their defining strategy.
“What is the planet the Empire took?”
“Gollun Prime.” My majak kept his gaze fastened to the wide view of space as we hurtled through it. “A small planet with one major city. It was self-ruling before the Empire arrived.”
I nodded, becoming more certain of my decision. “We go there first.”
My majak pivoted to our navigator. “Set a course for Gollun Prime.” Then he turned to the communications officer. “Send coordinates to the rest of the horde ships.”
When he swiveled back to me, I gave a single nod. “What of our guests?”
He cocked a brow. “Do you mean the rebel we saved before we reached Lexxona or the other females?”
I was acutely aware of the other females, since two of them were my mate’s sisters and they had spent a great deal of time with her in our quarters. “The rebel.”
“He is faring well, but he does not seem to have much insight into why he was targeted. He claims he was not even the leader of his planet’s rebel movement.”
I scowled. Why would the Zagrath put him on their hit list if he wasn’t important to them? “Maybe he requires more persuasive questioning.”
My majak looked startled. “You wish me to use Kolt’s oblek?”
I grunted a no. “I did not mean to suggest we torture him. Not yet.” Then I quirked up one side of my mouth. “Even if we were to take such measures, we would wait for our battle chief’s return.”
My majak exhaled, clearly relieved that we would not be taking even the smallest step to replace Kolt.
“We will get him back,” I growled. “I swear to Lokken and the gods of old. We will get both of them back—then we will make the Zagrath pay.”