The Kahlea is book four in my sci-fi series. The people on Shakazhan have decided to explore their planet inside and out. They discovered some time ago that the planet of Shakazhan is an artificial construct, like a living ship—a space age, psychotic Noah's Ark, full of creatures, which are the results of experiments by The Maker. Knowing they need allies from the folk below, Wil sends an exploratory force. Unfortunately, they run across something that makes them act completely out of character for a bunch of grown men and women, most of whom are Galactic Marines.
Kindred scanner skittered across the stone, sliding out of sight. Kaz started to rise, going slowly toward his device, but Mitch jumped after it, holding it out of Kaz's reach. Cold fury filled Kaz. Keeping a tenuous rein on his temper, he stood clenching his fists. Above all else, Kaz was a professional Marine recon team member, just like Mitch. They each had a few different specialties, but they held the same rank.
Mitch outweighed Kaz by a good thirty pounds of muscle and he had eleven inches on him as well. Kaz couldn't help sizing Mitch up as an opponent; training was automatic. Holding out his hand, he kept his voice calm and level, neither of which he truly felt.
"I'd like that back, Mitch."
Mitch laughed, leaping away, toying with him, his device just out of reach. With a silent decision, Kaz prepared to jump him. The other Marine, so absorbed in his game, didn't see the small man ready to spring until it was too late. Kaz launched himself at the larger man, rage twisting his features.
Anger didn't dictate his movements. Calculating coldly, he planned exactly how to take Mitch down with minimal damage to himself and maximum results. Rushing in low, he grabbed Mitch in the mid section, grappling for a hold. Before the taller Marine could react, he was up and over Kaz's shoulder, dropped on the hard stone floor, flipped onto his face, with Kaz's boot in the crook of his shoulder and his arm straight up behind him. Mitch knew an Aikido pin like this would dislocate his arm, but he still struggled to get up. A twist reminded him how much damage someone could do with that particular pin.
The Kindred device wavered just before Kaz's long, pointy nose in the hand he held rigidly before him. Mitch tried to turn over, squirm out of the pin, to get himself free. More pressure applied to the shoulder, a slight twist and shift of weight and Mitch was screaming.
"Up! Screw you, let me up!"
"Tap out, Marine!" Kaz commanded.
Mitch struggled again, giving himself more pain, refusing to tap the floor. "Screw you, Kazinski, I will gut you in your sleep! I'll cut off your balls and wear them as a necklace while you bleed to death! You scrawny, freckled bastard!" He ended in a scream.
Kaz had nearly dislocated his shoulder, ripping muscle and damaging tendons in the process. "Tap out, you completely, stupid son of a poxed whore! Tap out!"
"What goes on here?" Ray bellowed, picking up Kaz in one huge hand, disengaging him from Mitch in one swift and incredibly painful movement.
Mitch howled as the shoulder finally popped out of the socket. Holding his limp arm carefully, he scuffled out of the way of Ray's feet.
Kaz grew redder in the face, suspended about eight inches off the floor, held by his shirt collar. The Kindred device had clattered to the floor, forgotten.
"You two boys got a problem, Kazinski? Mitchell, go see the medic about that shoulder. Suck it up, Marine. I've had worse and never pissed myself." He looked disgustedly at the floor between Mitch's legs as a flurry of copper colored bots came out to clean it up. A jerk of his head dismissed the hulking Marine.
Setting Kaz down with an unnecessarily hard thump, Ray frowned. His handsome face contorted in anger which he fought to control. Kaz couldn't remember a time in the entire ten years they'd served together when he'd seen the Commander this furious. Ray's fist shot out, grabbing the front of Kaz's shirt and a handful of the chest hair beneath it. A tug and the lanky man was face to face with his enraged superior, wincing as the hairs popped free of his skin one by one.
"Talk!" He shook Kaz.
© Dellani Oakes 2015