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find out. Either way it was admirable, if not suicidal.
    The Lizardian with one missing eye that led them onto the Promenade and had been left to guard the front of the slave line, he must have pushed the Terran girl to the ground. He screamed something at her. Trex didn't catch what he said. When his emotions ran high, his people's particular genetics interfered with the nanocircuitry of the universal translating chip the slavers had embedded in his skull, a standard practice in Novokin space. Trex's blood boiled as the one-eyed monster pulled out his electrowhip. A deep rumble shook the massive Othmarvian’s chest. The jagged metal spikes of that infuriating whip had colored Trex's back many times during the long, abusive journey here. His fists tightened involuntarily straining against the manacles around his wrists. If he wasn't careful, he'd accidentally break his bonds. His jaw shook with silent rage.
    Then the most curious of things happened. One of the Daunietes who had been watching their group intently stepped in between the girl and the irate Lizardian. It seemed the Dauniete wanted to haggle for her. Another small piece of his heart cracked at the thought of her being sold to such a dishonorable species.
    The Lizardian brute gestured to the rest of the slaves in the line behind the Terran girl but the Dauniete shook his head and pointed vehemently at her. He waved what must pass for currency in this quadrant in front of the reptilian's face.
    The foul creature snorted. "Why? I have plenty more. Look at this line of fine specimens. Many, much stronger for whatever you need."
    The Dauniete said something. Trex’s translator was still malfunctioning, or had never been keyed in to the Dauniete language. The Lizardian dropped his striking arm and pointed toward other slaves in the line again. "I understand good sir, but I have more that are also just as small."
    Trex was keenly aware that if she wasn’t sold today, she would definitely die under the Lizardian’s hand.
    The haggling continued between the guard and the Dauniete and Trex watched as the Terran girl rose to her feet in defiance to her reptilian abuser. The guard raised a scaled eyeridge, amused by the girl’s futile act of opposition. His yellow, reptilian, sinister eyes remained locked on her as he hissed at the Dauniete, "This girl isn't being sold here today. I have other plans for her.” He flicked a long, skinny, black, bifurcated tongue out the corner of his toothy snout. Averting his attention back to the potential customer he continued, “Anyway I'm going to enjoy breaking this one before I get rid of her. So if you want a slave today you better pick another one." He then turned his back on the shorter than usual Dauniete captain and charged his whip.
    Trex's fury threatened to boil over. Already small cracks spiderwebbed the steel around his wrists. Yet, he couldn’t reveal himself. He had to steel his heart. He had to stay true to his mission. To avenge his people. He at least owed them that.
    The reptilian scum flailed the electro-whip backwards to gather momentum and as he did, the electrically charged filaments passed within millimeters of the Dauniete. For the briefest of seconds the Dauniete's face flickered, revealing the image of a woman. A Terran woman. A very beautiful Terran woman.
    Every shield Trex had built since he discovered his lifeless world, cracked.
    The whip, now mid swing held the promise of death should it find purchase on the soft skin of the Terran slave girl. Blinding rage shook Trex’s body. His jaw clenched painfully. Gold-hued blood spilled to the ground as his nails dug deep in his fisted hands. He saw himself jumping the foul monster, his hands tightly wrapped around the Lizardian’s neck, as he slowly vanquished the life out of him, relishing every second. Making him pay for the death and destruction his pitiful existence has caused so many. Make him-.
    PHISHZeeew! Nanoseconds later, the green scaled arm