Condition Evolution 2: A LitRPG / Gamelit Adventure by Sinclair, Kevin (the best electronic book reader .TXT) 📕

to levi-throw at them. No more missiles came, as they obviously didn’t like the results at all.

Finally, a gap opened up in their defenses. Havok flew out of my hand on his own accord. He skewered an alien, which made the gap bigger. I didn’t hesitate and started sprinting forward as Havok disentangled himself and shot back into my hand. Within another second, I was through the gap, bringing the pain again.

“Sorry for shooting off like that. Jotun would have melted me if I’d taken the liberties I have with you, but I only want to help.”

“You just keep on doing what you’re doing, pal,” I said back quickly, as I continued my blood bath, taking out enemy after enemy until I was really in amongst it again. Hacking, slashing, thrusting, and even the odd bit of kicking when necessary. They fought well, trying to stymie me with numbers.

I could have been fighting all day for all I knew, but I just needed Ember back, and these endless fuckers were in my way. The noise of our battle was awful, yet somehow a deep, gruff voice rose above the din. There, at the back of the remaining aliens left to kill, stood a giant. He must have been about nine-feet tall. As soon as he shouted, “Stop Fighting!” The entire remains of my enemy retreated behind and alongside him.

“This dance just got interesting,” Havok said.

“I hope when we kill this big bastard, we’ve won. I’m knackered.”

“Knackered? I’ve kept you in perfect health,” Havok retorted.

“Mentally, dude! Killing all these people is fucking horrible.”

The giant spoke before Havok could reply, “All told, you have killed over five hundred of my men today.” He shook his head at me.

It took me a moment to realize I understood him.

“How can I understand you?”

“Translators.” He tapped the metal contraption round his ear, and I felt stupid. I’d already seen them at the supply depot.

“Why are you here, Fystr? Why did you not leave with the ships?”

“You’ve stolen my girlfriend. I won’t stop killing until I’m dead, or I have her back.”

He started laughing, “So, all your friends have left, and you have stayed here to massacre my men, for the woman?”

“Yes.”

“Really. So, we could have just handed her back and you would have stopped?”

“Absolutely. Why did you kidnap her?”

“I didn’t, nor would I have. But some in my employ are less than savory. A Fystr slave would be worth a great deal on the Galactic Markets.”

“Ember is not a Fystr. She’s human.”

“What is the difference?”

“Humans are essentially the slaves of the Fystr. Every planet in our part of the galaxy is filled with humans who are prevented from evolving as a species. One of the Fystr enlightened a few of us and allowed us to evolve as we should. But then the Fystr rulers found out and have chased us across the galaxy.”

He looked at me with shock, “So, you are saying that you are not a Fystr?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Those guys are a bunch of wankers.”

“How do you fight so well? Are the Fystr even more powerful than you?”

“They’re definitely fearsome, scary bastards, but I’ve killed a few so far.”

“I can believe it. You’re more than a bit intimidating yourself.”

“Well, I try to be a peaceful guy, but for one thing; If anyone hurts Ember, I don’t even have the words for what I’d do.”

“I want you to know we had no choice but to try and waylay you. The Fystr promised to destroy our planet if we didn’t help, but I am sorry Ember was taken. It was a foolish mistake by one of my men. We want no more bloodshed here. If we give you Ember will you stop? She is unharmed.”

“As long as no one attacks us, then of course.”

“That is a given. We have few enough fighting men left after that. Where will you go once you have her back?”

I laughed this time, “I’ve no fucking clue. That only matters once I have Ember back.”

“You are leaving the planet though, yes?”

“I would if I could, but I don’t have a ship to leave on.”

“I can give you a small craft that’s big enough for six people.”

“And you’re sure you’re not going to try and kill me?”

“We have tried and failed, and it turns out that we were the architects of our own doom. Now I hope to repair some of that damage.”

“There’s another problem. I can’t fly a spaceship.”

“I will teach you what I can. However, it will be only the essentials. The rest you will just have to work out for yourself. I can set the navigation to a planet where you may find a pilot.”

“Okay. I accept your terms.”

The giant sighed, “Good. I am glad we have an accord.”

“Can you spare a couple of translators too?”

“Sure, why not,” the giant sighed. “They are basic technology in this quadrant.”

We settled into a strange silence. Me and Havok were standing across from a giant and a couple-hundred armed men, still covered in blood and other stuff that I didn’t even want to think about.

“So… Uh… Where’s Ember?”

“Don’t worry. She is being brought over now.”

“Good,” I said, as I tried to wipe the gore off me. It was time for the suit to really earn its stripes today. I did what I could, then looked up to the giant.

“So, do you have a name?”

“Yes I am Drabu the Eighth.”

“Cool. So, Drabu. Why are you really helping me?”

I must have made an odd picture for him and he let out a belly rumbling laugh before he answered, “We need to survive. Life is hard. We had no choice but to do what we did, but none of us expected what would unfold with you.”

“Well, thank you. And I’m truly sorry for killing so many. I’m glad we could talk and stop this because I really did intend to kill everyone who got in my way.”

“I believe you. You are a strange contradiction. For someone to be so violent and