CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY-THREE
**XAVIER'S POV**
I didn't know what I was thinking sending off my pregnant wife with the responsibility meant for an advanced ky’rhan.
I practiced for this for fifteen years of my life before my father handed me the keys and she just took it and I hadn't felt any mishap in the ship since she left.
I guess she was really more powerful than I gave her credit for and besides, I couldn't quite undo it now. These pesky drakkonians had brought out their big guns and I needed to take this battle away from my ship.
I wasn't ready to start get new parts and if they succeeded in damaging something important as they were trying to, I would be in the debt of people I didn't even want to deal with.
So I wore the air mask I'd stashed in my closet and teleported to the top of my ship, shocking them from the look in their eyes. It was the only part of the heavily armed and covered draks I saw through the small window that was open.
I doubt they would understand anything I say in the Italian language we used on earth but in my preparation for this travel, I also learned the common language spoken across the galaxy.
Since the beginning of space travel, conquest had been one thing that was uncontrollable. Stronger civilizations conquered and overtook weaker ones either for expansion or for safety. Just like Zorvath, a portion of our ancestors needed a suitable planet for us to escape from the traitors that wanted to annihilate them.
As I raised my hand and signed to them, asking for communication, I knew these ones weren't trying to have an alliance.
They probably saw the massive ship flying across their horizon and came to take it for themselves, hence the massive warships they'd surrounded us with.
I waved again, hoping they'd come to talk, maybe my assumptions were wrong.
But who could blame me, you don't take massive war jets like theirs in a quest for peace.
Or maybe it was for protection?
Before I could think further, they answered my dilemma by shooting at me.
I teleported faster than I'd ever done before, appearing on top of their ship and switching to my alien.
I gave him full reins to tear them limb to limb before the Draks from inside the ship made it up to see the damage.
Their stature made it hard to kill them easily.
Draks where made of heavy build and scales that were nearly impregnable. On top of that, they wore Corealean steel in their amour, making them almost impossible to kill.
So I decided to channel electrical current to their bodies, cooking them from the inside out.
“Ahhh!” The one firing the guns screamed as I touched him.
They thought I was trying to have a hand to hand combat but didn't understand why their fellow draks were falling and screaming, slowly dying.
Before the rest could figure it out though, I already had them in the same position.
Then I watched with bated breaths as the latch opened and a gun first poked out of it before a huge Deal, nearly not fitting the opening bulged out from inside the warship
“Hello,” I greeted as I assed him. Meanwhile, he was accessing the damage I'd just wrought without breaking a sweat and I could see his eyebrows furrow in shock before he realized something and frowned.
“You're alone,” he stated, his voice dissolved with age and experience. From the looks of it, he'd been doing this for a while.
I let out my mind across the ship, accessing the level of their technology and advancement.
They were below us although the things I'd learned about them were a bit outdated. Their military power was stronger, if I wasn't stronger, those shots fire at my ship would have damaged it beyond repair.
They were one of the strongest planet conquerors and I'd built the ship to resist their fire strength but it was obviously lower than I'd been taught, which was why the window broke.
Thankfully I was quick to shield Tessa or something bad would have happened to her.
“Yes, I am.” I confirmed his observation.
Something irked me about this whole exchange which made me aware that this won't go smoothly but I knew I just needed to destroy this ship and I can be on my way. It was their main and once you cut off the head of a Drakkonian formation, the rest would fall off.
“That's not a wise decision, ky’rhan,” he said, pronouncing the word for my species with distaste.
“Leave me to worry about that. Tell me why you are firing at my ship, I might actually let you leave here with minimal scars,” I said to which he laughed, his thick scales rumbling with the action.
“You think, for one second, that you can actually make any real damage without any weapon?” He sneered.
“I literally just took out five of your men without any sweat or weapon, Drakkonian, underestimating me would ultimately lead to your demise.”
As we walked around the small deck, him accessing me and probably trying to figure out why I actually came out of the ship without any form of weapons or my fellow ky'rhans. And me taking in everything about this ship to prepare my defense for the next time because I knew defeating them this once was only going to be the beginning of their onslaught of attacks.
Until they suffer irrefutable damage, these burly, scaly men won't let go of their prey.
So I was determined to make sure I was the predator here.
Suddenly, he flipped out two guns from his belt holster and fired at me rapidly, as if trying to prove his point of me being stupid by coming out here.
Of course it was no use, toxins can definitely take me down but my body was predominantly atoms and matter, mechanical weapons can't do me any harm.
I smiled at the shock on his face as the bullets were emitted by my fast healing body, the blood splattering on the ground alongside it.
I looked at the color of it and realized Tessa’s transfusion has inevitably made me stronger.
“You know, I was actually expecting more when I saw you. Thought you might be worth a challenge,” I said as I got to him and grabbed his thick neck, removing his oxygen mask.
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