Mated To An Extraterrestrial Alpha

Chapter Three

Roman's P.O.V

The screen goes fuzzy and folds back into the ceiling. I quickly pivot and open my mouth wide. A loud growl escapes and bounces off of the walls; making everyone but Oscar flinch at the sound.

“Great, now you just offended one of the oldest races in the galaxies!” With that, I shove Oscar out of the way while shaking my head from side to side.

“I don't care how old they are. I am not dealing with the High Alpha's s**t if we don't complete this mission. He says as he stomps over towards the defense's wall to turn them on.

“I agree with Oscar on this one Roman.” William chimes in as he sits down in his chair.

“Great! Does everyone agree with this?” I scan the room to see if there was anyone on my side. They all nod their heads in agreement with Oscar even Johan.

“Roman, we all know very well that you will take the blame for the mission being a failure if we don't go through with it. We can't let you take the blame for that again. Not after what happened to you last time.” Johan says as his face twists in a mixture of anger, sadness, and most of all regret.

My hands rise and land on both sides of my face. I slowly move my thick fingers down my straight cheeks towards my square jaw. Hoping that just that action will help fade away the horrid memories of their only and last mission that they failed. With a long sigh escaping my parted lips I slide down into my chair.

“Alright, boys let's go through them!”

Oscar cheers loudly as he turns on the multi-blasters. “Time to see my babies in action!”

“We have the target locked on Alpha,” Johan says as he straps into his chair that is situated to the left of mine.

“Good, fire when ready.”

“In minus; three, two, one.” Johan counts down as Oscar rapidly pushes the button sequence on the far right panel of the defense's wall.

A slight vrooming sound fills the still air as the blasters heat up. Within seconds they let out multiple blasts. The streaks of red, yellow, and orange, shoot out from our ship. Faster than we could blink a shower of sparks and metal lay before us. As loud cheers fill the command deck I cannot help but grimace.

The last thing I wanted to do was to destroy some of the oldest race there is. Plus there shouldn't be any warships out here. What exactly are they trying to hide and why does the High Alpha want it? With my mind being bombarded by all of these thoughts I almost didn't notice the second wave of ships coming towards us.

“Oscar, in-gauge the cloaking device. Quinn get ready to hyperjump to the planet Athenia!” I frantically shout out.

“Cloaking is engaged Alpha,” Oscar says while opening the other box of alcohol.

“Hyper jump? Don't you know that will deplete the ship's core energy Alpha?” Quinn asks as a puzzling look crosses his face.

“Yes I know, but we don't stand a chance against that many ships. Especially in the state, the Scepter is in.” I retort while pointing towards the front window.

“Aw, f**k. Alright, get ready for hyperjump.”

Loud clicking noises envelop my ears as the crew strapped into their seats.

“Hyper jump in three, two, one.”

As Johan reaches one the ship stretches forward and within an instant, the planet Athenia is before us. My eyes grow wide as they take in the massive ball of ice. Beep! Beep! Beep!

“s**t! The core energy is fading. Get ready for crash landing!” Quinn yells as the computer flashes red and the sharp beeping noises grow louder.

Within a minute the power to the ship fades out and we start to fall towards the icy surface of the planet. Friction starts to engulf the ship as we plummet down. My eyes are tightly closed.

“Brace for impact boys!” I yell out as both of my shaky hands grip onto the sides of my chair.

Soon a loud crash fills the sweat-filled air of the command deck. Our bodies lurch forwards as we skid across the surface of the planet. Then quickly slap back into our chairs as the ship comes to a screeching stop.

“Is everyone okay?” William asks as he switches on the emergency lights.

The glow of the orange lights illuminates the inside of the ship.

“Hobs I want a status report of the damage to the ship.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Hobs yells as he makes his way out of the room and down the hall to the engine hatch.

Within minutes loud clanging noises fill the ship. A sharp whistle noise surrounds us as power is regained to the Scepter. Hobs enters the command deck several minutes later covered from head to toe in thruster grease.

“Well I got the power back, the wiring just came loose from the hyperjump but the core needs to be recharged before we try to take off again. It's a good thing I installed that new core before we left or we would be dealing with a totally fried core and no way to make it home.

A wide smirk slides across my face. “You're awesome Hobs. Now go get washed up. As for the rest of you get some sleep. We start digging tomorrow.”