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floor. The little slip of a girl raised her chin and shot daggers at him from her badly bruised green eyes.
    Oh, boy! Was I peeved beyond all peevedness. A fierce need to protect this young Terran overrode my every sense. I felt the veins in my head ready to pop as blood rushed tunneling my vision. My feet took a wide stance, my shoulders raised, my arm muscles tensed and I shifted my body forward ready to pounce.
    It was right then the girl’s foot landed a solid kick on the underside of the massive reptilian's distended jaw. More enraged than hurt he shook her like a ragdoll before releasing the chain and letting her drop once more bonelessly to the floor.
    The reptile man bellowed, "I warned you before stupid girl! But don't you worry, I will enjoy every moment of this." His hand went to something on his waist, a short black cylinder. That certainly seemed like an ineffective weapon. He made a show of clicking something on it and a long bundle of wires grew out of its top. Then he pressed another button and the wires began to crackle with blue energy.
    Skeck of all skecks! I felt my feet moving even before my brain had a chance to register what it was seeing. A laser whip.

Chapter 5
     
    Trex stifled the growl building in his chest when he looked down at the manacles around his wrists. A long, heavy chain fastened his manacles to the metal collar shackled around the small Avanarian female slave’s neck in front of him. In similar fashion, the collar around his neck was chained to the manacled wrists of the slave behind him.
    Only his iron wrought determination forged in his personal war against an unspeakable evil allowed Trex to keep his head bowed and his anger subdued. It was not an easy feat. Since allowing himself to be captured, a few weeks ago and brought into slavery -another travesty fostered under the tender auspices of Novokin Alliance rule- he had borne witness to more unspeakable atrocities. The journey from his quadrant of space to this place had been exhausting. The food sparse, the beatings many and the stench of unwashed bodies nauseating.
    Being paraded through this alien space station, chained, barefoot and practically naked, he faced the covert stares of many a free citizen purposefully engrossed in their daily routine. It wasn't their disgust or their perverse looks that made his blood boil, but their pity. Their pity made it hard for him to mask the hatred that was in his heart, and the fury he would reign down upon he of whom he had sworn an oath of blood vengeance.
    The slave caravan stopped with an abrupt jerk of the chains, interrupting his musings. Trex struggled to keep himself from crashing into the small Avanarian woman in front of him and he winced as his neck’s shackle was yanked violently backwards when the Narnidite male attached behind him collapsed to the ground. Malnourishment and his share of the daily beatings finally caught up to the Narnidite. He held no ill will to the scraggy older male who had inadvertently choked him. Weak as he was, his days were numbered. The thought weighed heavily on Trex’s shoulders. His heart was tormented and saddened. He liked the old male. He merely stooped his posture to ease the pressure on the chain connected to his neck. Using this down time to study his surroundings.
    They were at what he thought must be the space station’s promenade, or at least where he assumed most business took place. A constant stream of customers were moving in and out of the various shops arrayed in circular, honeycomb patterns connected by long, well-lit hallways was dizzying. There were shops for everything and everybody. From fancy women's attire to dried meats and what passed for precious stones in this sector of space. Cameras hovered over the entrance of each hallway recording the shoppers’ every movement. Even amongst the chaos his keen eye caught Novokin guards covertly stationed in pairs along the upper walkways.              
    He searched the