Vengeance of Sorrow
Excerpt from "Prologue"
They were coming. Vexador was doomed. All Kaity Anderson could do was etch this frightening moment into her mind. The roar of approaching hovertank engines grew deafeningly loud. The tromping of her foes’ feet matched the thumping of her wildly-beating heart. Sharko was beside her, transformed into Blaze. Samantha as Crosshair was at her other side, brandishing the pistols that could take life with deadly accuracy. Kaity was Valora. She could handle this. An entire crew of Trylithians hadn’t stopped them…but this wasn’t Sahara anymore. This was Vexador, her new home: her comfort, her oasis, in a wide and unforgiving galaxy.
United, the Starganauts stood, the Vexadorian soldiers behind them. Their electrashields were switched on, the humming of the energy barriers between metal frames filling the air. The soldiers looked as nervous as Valora felt. The others always seemed calmer than her. Battle. It shook her
to the core, making all else fall away but those things in life most crucial. She took a deep breath, and from between parting ranks of enemy troops emerged a group of individuals.
Face paint and tattoos distinguished them from the common Trylithian warriors. Their blue skin was covered with designs, and their plating heavier. The most fantastical headdresses Valora had ever seen adorned their heads, but their blazing eyes riveted her to the spot. In unison, they stopped in the space between armies. Drawing their hands downward and together until the palms touched, they faced the Vexadorians across the rubble-strewn square with faces that inspired fear. They shouted words which Valora couldn’t understand. Their arms suddenly flew apart, and she was blasted by walls of purplish energy.
I trusted You, Lord, Kaity thought, in that brief instant before oblivion. Despite my wants, despite this life of sacrifice, I trusted You…and now I’m going to perish. We’re all going to die.
The world was engulfed in a single color. The combined waves of plasma slammed into Valora like a sledgehammer, searing her armor and tearing her body from the ground. Backward, backward she flew…unable to see anything but purple. Her vision darkened, and she knew this was the end.