Although, judging by the way he had taken an instant liking to my Abby, Ruk’s unmated status might soon be coming to an end. Although if my friend wanted a female from Earth, he was going to have to figure out how to get there. It was rare for anyone from Rogue 5 to mate a human. But a Hyperion? As far as I knew, Ruk was the first full-blooded Hyperion ever to leave the planet.

A horrendous roar came from the direction of the control room Abby and I had been in earlier.

Fuck. That was Ruk, and he was in full battle mode.

I hit the elevator button and stepped outside, both blasters out and ready.

“Cormac!” Abby shouted from behind me as the doors began to slide closed.

“Go below. I will come for you when it’s safe.” I twisted to face her and tapped the side of my helmet to prevent her protest. “You will be able to hear me, mate. Now go!”

The door closed completely. Abby was safely out of harm’s way.

I ran toward the sounds of fighting, eager to find out what the fuck was going on. I hoped our attackers were Siren scum and not Hive. I’d faced off with the Coalition’s enemy before and had no desire to do so again. Killing what had once been an honorable warrior seemed wrong somehow.

Killing an asshole was much easier.

Not that it mattered. I would kill a king to keep Abby safe.

Reaching the control room, I slid to a stop.

Fuck.

It was the Hive.

I stepped over the dead bodies of two Hive Scouts, identifiable by their smaller size. The Scouts were hard to deal with. The Soldiers were damn near impossible unless you had the high ground or a group of Atlan warlords fighting on your side.

I had neither, but I rushed for the main entrance. Ruk had chosen the doorway to make his stand. With the narrow entrance, he could control how many of the Hive he had to fight at once.

“How many?” I yelled.

“Twelve,” Ruk yelled back moments before crouching low to dodge a blaster shot. Claws extended, he swiped at the abdomen of the Hive Soldier nearest him. By his angular features and copper-colored skin, I knew that Soldier had been a Prillon warrior. No more. The Soldier’s armor gave way, and his gut ripped open at the force of Ruk’s attack. The Hive Soldier didn’t even blink. It was as if he felt nothing. No pain. No emotion. Nothing. He just kept coming.

By the gods, I fucking hated fighting these things.

I moved to position several steps behind Ruk, my rifle pointed at the doors. I was an excellent shot. When Ruk ducked or moved to either side, I would take out as many of them as I could.