Soros: Alien Warlord's Conquest (Scifi Alien - Human Military Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

feed him for months, but Soros didn't think he needed that long. All he wanted was peace and quiet away from the troubles of the realm to think things over.
    After Nadar had taken over as chieftain, the planets and clans had been thrown into turmoil. Conflicts erupted as volcanoes and war was everywhere, both internal and external forces coming together to hash out old disagreements. As if issues with the Galactic Union and the Yemalan weren’t enough, the clan lords had started sorting out their own differences as well.
    As long as Soros wasn't sure which of the many, many clans lords would want him dead for a myriad of reasons, there was no place for him in Corgan society. Only Hetton remained, along with Dolon Hall, the planet that had always been good to him since it was as hard and unyielding as Soros himself.
    It all sounded good and right, but there was one problem. He might have been happy to forget about the clan lords, but they certainly didn't forget about him.
    Turian had already given him an ultimatum, and Soros had the feeling he would not be the only one, given time. Yet his former student was certainly one to look out for the most. A brilliant warrior himself, Turian had risen to control the clan of the planet Ruiam, and Soros had the feeling that his appetites did not end there.
    Showing himself recently as an opponent to Nadar’s plans, Turian had made it clear when he reached out to Soros that choosing no side would not be an acceptable answer.
    For now, however, Soros had other matters to focus on.
    He saw the hunting pack coming from miles away, a dozen strong on top of their speeders. They weren't trying to hide, after all.
    It was going to be the last mistake they ever made.
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    S oros waited for his would-be capturers at a clearing, wondering if they were coming his way by luck or good guess.
    It was clear he couldn't stay near the hall any longer. Just another reason to hate the clan lords for, but it changed nothing. Soros was one the most powerful warriors in the Corgan realms, perhaps the strongest of them, but it didn't make him immortal like some stories said. While his students were not on par with him, they were all accomplished warriors themselves.
    He had to sleep at some point and his impressive form was simply impossible to hide entirely. Another thing that was hard to disguise, beside his bulk, were his shining eyes. The side-effect and now a clear give-away of a Corgan warrior, other than the dark inked tattoos they all wore, was that their eyes were a clear, crystalline blue. Softly shining, it allowed their gazes to pierce through the suffocating darkness of the Corgan worlds.
    He would leave Dolon Hall and the areas around it for now, but not before leaving a message to those who wished to come after him.
    I will be no one’s weapon but my own, he thought darkly.
    As soon as the pack of hunters arrived on the clearing on top of the speeder bikes, Soros knew who'd sent them. It made sense. Nadar Brenger, their new chieftain, had always had more honor. Turian, however, had apparently been spared of that troublesome quality.
    Soros counted both of Turian’s nephews and ten more loyal warriors from the clan lord's world in the pack, all warriors that had been trained at Dolon Hall.
    All warriors he had trained.
    He wondered if he should send the nephews to the clan lord in pieces to make his "no" clear enough or would their severed heads be enough to get his point across.
    Deciding to see how things progressed on their own, Soros turned to Tetakh, the older of the nephews. Corgans actually had no such things as heirs, but Turian's father had carefully groomed his son to be his successor and succeeded and now Turian was doing the same to his sister's sons.
    "Have you come to kill me, Tetakh?" Soros asked, his deep voice filled with dark amusement. "This seems to be a family tradition."
    The older brother looked at him, his eyes burning with barely restrained fury. He reminded Soros of