Heart of the Emperor

By Amanda Schmidt

The betrayal of Commander Emma Matix cost her everything. Now she’s in a predicament where she must trust a Kamtra man that is rumored to rip people apart with his own two hands. She has stared into his metallic orange eyes and knows that he is quite capable of killing anyone that stands in his way. She knows he loathes the human race. So why did he save her in the first place? Was it to strip her of her identity, torture her, use her against the human race? Or did he keep her alive simply to prove to all what he is actually capable of? There is always an ulterior motive to kindness. Perhaps if she can figure out what his is, she will be able to survive.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amanda Schmidt
• Release date: Jun 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310886089

Amanda Schmidt

I graduated from Eastern Michigan University and live in Rochester, Michigan. I am a single mother of three amazing children who have helped me rediscover my love of writing. I started writing in 2009 and discovered there were many stories within me that I wanted to share. With the help of my family, friends, and fans, I have gained confidence in myself and in what I love, allowing me to live my dream to be an author who finds inspiration everywhere: my past, listening to music, in laughter, and even random moments while out hiking or practicing Tai Chi.I discovered the hard way how important it is to believe in yourself and your dreams. With each story I write, I hope to take my readers into a world that will captivate their imagination. I hope my stories remind you to believe in your dreams, allowing you to think outside the box and become more than you thought you could be.

Book preview

You really shouldn’t be the one going on this mission, Kyle stated, holding my body tight to his.

Smith asked me as a favor, I replied as he slid his lips to my neck. He, like you, knows how important transporting this prisoner is.

"Intel believes he’s the Commander, which means no one’s above him except their Emperor. They say he’s the deadliest Kamtra."

Exactly, I said, trying to not become distracted by his lips.

What happens if he gets free and takes you hostage, or worse.

Kyle, I don’t think that—

Wouldn’t it just make things more difficult?

I doubt that—

Think about all the relations we have with the other species out here because of you. They adore you. If you were killed by the Kamtra, I think they would finally join together and attack.

Right. I’m not that important of a—

That’s not what I hear.

"Nothing bad is going to happen. Smith asked me, remember? Do you really think that he would send your wife to her death? Let’s say you’re right, that the other alien races adore me. That just proves that I am the right person for this mission. My skills as both a soldier and mediator are necessary. We don’t want this to get out of hand. If he is the Commander, then he has killed a lot of our soldiers, but it also means that maybe we can make a truce and prevent more unnecessary violence."

You don’t think your arrogance will get in the way?

Very funny.

Kyle pressed his lips against mine. My body clung to his, but after a moment I pushed myself away. I need to get going.

I guess you do, he whispered as he stepped close again, moving is cheek next to mine. Wouldn’t you rather stay here?

I smiled at his attempt. I have to go. I can’t be late for this mission.

They won’t leave without you. Your skills are too important, he breathed while his hands undid the button on my pants.

Kyle, I have to go, I sternly said, forcing myself away from him as I zipped and buttoned my pants. The Kamtra won’t hesitate to attack, they’re probably already on their way. If he stays here too long, the Kamtra soldiers will arrive and annihilate the base. The situation is so delicate that only my team, the President, and, maybe, three other people know about this - and that’s including you.

Why don’t they just kill him? Kyle irritably asked.

I rolled my eyes, I just told him why. Because he could give us information that we could use, that could help calm the tensions between our races…eventually. Not to mention the Kamtra are not a race we want hating us.

He has killed our soldiers, no matter their rank. We’ve lost—

I know, but we do not need to act like we’re five and sink to his level. We’re better than that. He’ll give us the information we need, and then we’ll—

What? Put him up in a nice cell, and coddle him because his people have shown ours no mercy?

I took a deep breath and calmed my growing frustration. He was only venting, it wasn’t personal. We don’t know the whole story, I replied, trying to calm his anger. What if they’re—

They’re murdering, blood thirsty monsters like none we’ve gone up against.

I smiled sympathetically at him, kissed his cheek, and headed for the door. I’ll be back in a month, give or take a couple days.

You had better take care. And kill the bastard if anything seems shady.

I halted at the door, hastily biting back my urge to turn around and continue the argument. The truth was, we knew very little about the Kamtra. We could be in sacred space for all we knew. This military base was established when I was just a child, but even then there was information from explorers that dated back a century, and from what I’ve read the Kamtra were already at war with us.

I had found a small amount of information on a Captain Luke Hawkins. He was the first human to travel to this section of space. Captain Hawkins had spent his life allegedly searching for a power source that would boost human space travel and maybe even lengthen our life span. There wasn’t much else documented, just a couple of sightings where it was said that he had developed a good relation with the Kamtra. The only other thing recorded was a side note stating that space travel had finally taken its toll on Captain Hawkins’ mind. When his transmissions completely stopped, a search and rescue began. This led to the last documented contact we had with the Kamtra: they annihilated a small armada.

We took that incident as a warning of their merciless warring behavior. Since then we have done our best to keep our distance. It has only been in the last ten years that we have attracted the Kamtra’s attention again. Needless to say, we’ve only learned a few things about the Kamtra over the last decade. The most important is they have no tolerance for us.

Our technology has vastly advanced, but not enough. The Kamtra are still far superior. Usually when the Kamtra are sighted, death is left in their wake. The fact that we have this opportunity to speak with a Kamtra commander is a dream come true. This could be the turning point to end all the death.

I understood Kyle’s angered outburst. His attempt to rile me up so that I would stay and argue was because he loved me and didn’t like that I was heading into a dangerous situation. But what did he expect? This was a military base in hostile space, and it wasn’t like my father raised me to think that it wasn’t. Kyle knew what he was signing up for when he married me. I hid nothing from him.

I was a commander when he met me. I strived to be the best, to always train so that I would always survive, because when push came to shove, I was going to fight for what was right - and I was going to win. Danger was the way of life out here. I was taught to love the adrenaline spike in a hostile situation and to find the best way for my men to survive, which meant to think one step ahead. This was what he loved about me. I was filled with an adventurous spirit and smart enough to figure out the right thing to do.

I love you too, I said endearingly and walked out the door.

***

So far, he’s been a perfect prisoner, Sergeant Thompson stated. He hasn’t tried to break free since he woke up.

I can’t believe our luck that he was unconscious, I replied as I turned away from the screen that was displaying the Kamtra’s ruthless encounters with the Galactic Military. I was starting to agree with Kyle, I shouldn’t be doing this. I hadn’t been in the combat field in four years. I still practiced every day, but practicing and being in the thick of it was not the same…not even close.

I’ll take the luck, Thompson replied. This one’s been leading the Kamtra against us for far too long. He is the best commander, pilot, fighter I’ve ever seen - it’s like he knows what we’re going to do before we do it. He’s a perfect marksman, and I’ve seen him rip people to pieces with his bare hands.

I swallowed hard at his last comment. You’ve seen him do that?

I couldn’t sleep for weeks after witnessing his rage and strength.

I thought that was a fabricated story.

Sorry, Matix, but he is quite capable.

Maybe he’s not who we think he is, I stated. It’s not like they look very different from one another.

"They only look a lot alike to those who haven’t seen them up close - kinda like us humans. But he is, without a doubt, the Kamtra Commander."

"If what I had thought were only rumors of his capabilities are actually true… I just don’t think he would be captured so easily, plus be a perfect prisoner. I mean you just said he’s—"

"The one thing that makes him visually different from all the others is his eyes. I’ve never seen any alien whose eyes alone send fear racing down my back, and I’ve come face to face with a lot of aliens."

You’re sure he can’t break those chains? I asked as an ominous feeling filled my mind.

He’s been awake for two days, and they’re still on him.

You’re sure he can’t?

Yes, M’am, he replied, and then leaned in close. We’re in trouble if he can.

I nodded my head, no longer confident in my team’s safety. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this nervous about a mission, and I had done more than my share - mostly because I was the best mediator in this quadrant. The other species we’ve come across found my presence less offensive than the other mediators, probably because I put a lot of my time into my studies - I really did want to make good relations between us and anyone we met. I had been out here my whole life, but we were still the new guys to this section of the universe and I never acted as though that wasn’t true.

Has he spoken? I inquired after a deep breath to calm my anxiety.

That’s the other reason I called you in for this, General Smith stated as he entered the room. Thompson and I immediately stood at attention with a salute.

What? I asked before his words registered. Oh no. I’m not going to be a translator…Sir. They speak English.

"As far as I know he doesn’t."

Their language is much too complex for me to be comfortable speaking it. There has been no one who speaks it fluently willing to teach me. The Kamtra know English. They speak English, I repeated as though he hadn’t heard me.

"Well, he does not speak English. I don’t know if he can’t or he won’t, but all that has come out of his mouth is his native language and you’re the only one with a decent background in it."

"Wait. You have the Commander - the Kamtra who is the best of the best - who conveniently doesn’t speak English, and who isn’t even trying to free himself. Don’t either of you find this a little suspicious? I asked, looking from Smith to Thompson and back again. Experience tells me that he’s right where he wants to be, waiting for the opportune moment. Or he’s not who we think he is...Sir."

"He is who we think he is," Smith stated with conviction.

How was that possible? I stared at the monitor showing the docile prisoner. He was physically intimidating, but he wasn’t doing anything. Just sitting there, staring at his shackled hands. His long bare torso was covered with scars that were tinted blue, some looking like tattoos. His body wasn’t huge, but each of his muscles were defined, as though they were chiseled into his flesh. I couldn’t see his face because he was looking down - his black hair came to his broad shoulders, helping to hide his face - but I knew that his eyes had blood red slits for pupils with the same shade encircling his metallic-orange irises.

The Kamtra are extremely dangerous, I reminded them, not looking away from the monitor. Stronger than any other species we’ve come in contact with, very few have walked away from an encounter with them. In fact, others have warned me about conflict with them. Everything I’ve read—

He’s not that dangerous, General Smith interrupted, sounding bored.

Really? I said as I glanced at Smith. "Then how is it that Sergeant Thompson was just telling me how this Kamtra can tear people apart with his hands? Sir."

The General shot Thompson a look of irritation, before he glanced at the monitor.

There are several species that we’ve come across that are more dangerous, he remarked as he glared at me, daring me to continue arguing with him.

Yes, sir, I replied, biting my tongue. There had been no species that we’ve encountered that were more fearsome than the Kamtra, but I knew better than to continue arguing with Smith.

The main reason he gave my input any amount of consideration was because he and Kyle were like brothers. They had served together for years. When General Smith was transferred to X5401, Kyle came with him. Kyle and I met shortly after their arrival, and it was happily ever after every day for the last four years.

Join your team, Commander Matix, Smith commanded.

Yes, Sir.

The sooner I could leave his presence the better. I saluted General Smith, did a quick turn and hurried out the door. Once I was in the narrow corridor, I forced my fists to unclench. I despised how being in his presence angered me so much. I couldn’t figure out how Kyle and Smith were such good friends. I took a deep breath. It didn’t really matter I suppose. I was going to be leaving here soon, and I wouldn’t have to talk to General Smith until I arrived at our destination in about two weeks – that alone was going to make this trip worth it.

As soon as I stepped into the prisoner transportation facility, I was greeted by four soldiers saluting me. I stepped close to each one, looking them over with a serious face, checking their uniforms, making certain that their weapons were holstered properly, and that they were staring straight ahead. As I looked over the fourth soldier, I made several adjustments before I turned away and smiled.

At ease.

I can’t believe they selected you for this, Matix, Captain Riley immediately stated in utter surprise.

"I can’t believe you still have so much trouble getting your uniform to spec," I replied as I turned to look at him.

Captain Riley was a good looking solider. His body was the epitome of elite: hard, strong, and well…perfect. He had hair that was so blonde that it almost looked white, which he left just long enough that it tended to fall in front of his vibrant green eyes.

You know that looks are deceiving.

Tell me about it, I stated, staring intently at him.

Hey now, he said, feigning insult.

I laughed and he smiled.

"Seriously though. I’m curious as to why you are on this particular mission."

What? You think I’m the wrong one for this mission, Captain Riley, I stated, pretending to be offended.

I just thought you were smarter than that.

I’m doing a favor.

Riley shook his head at me, and his smile drifted from his eyes.

"What? You’re here. Why aren’t you on your ship causing trouble elsewhere?"

He grinned mischievously, for a moment. I didn’t have an option. It was my team that captured him.

Really? I asked with intrigue. Is he as awful as the rumors?

There’s a reason he’s never been captured before. We just got lucky.

You say that like you don’t think it was luck.

He has a plan. And we just let him in the front door.

I was worried about that. Do you think that he can get free of his shackles?

Let’s hope not.

So you—

A.ten.tion.

Riley and I turned immediately toward General Smith, and I clenched my jaw. What was he doing here? He never came down here among the grunts.

I am here to personally give you the details.

Yes, Sir.

This team will be transporting a highly trained, highly lethal, high ranking Kamtra. Once he is in the transport you will not, under any circumstances, open the door. I don’t care if he starts convulsing and blood is spurting all over. Is that understood?

Yes, Sir! we all said together.

"Once you reach your destination in three and a half weeks, which only the driver will know after I tell him, you will follow extreme protocol. Our prisoner is very important, so there will be no hazing, torturing, or violence acted upon him. Is that understood?"

Yes, Sir!

As usual, General Smith did not allow us to stand at ease through his long winded, not so informative commands, nor when he walked over to speak with the driver. He briefly glanced our way, and I was certain that a smirk had crossed his lips.

What was he up to?

After several minutes, he slowly walked back over to my team. His presence here and his arrogance made me anxious, which only added confirmation to my gut feeling that something was very wrong.

Well then, you are almost ready to go, Smith stated, eyeing Riley. The prisoner is being moved to your vehicle as we speak. Oh, and Captain Riley, it’s nice to see that your uniform is adequate today.

Nothing like a woman’s touch, Sir.

General Smith, are you going to tell me where my team is going? I hastily asked before Riley’s comment had a chance to grow into something that I would regret.

All you and your team needs to know, Matix, is what I’ve told them.

Yes, Sir! I shouted as I saluted him. He saluted back and after a long haughty stare he walked away.

Man, I can’t stand him, I grumbled as the door shut behind him.

I don’t think anyone here likes him, Emma…I mean Commander Matix.

Just call me Matix, Private Drewski.

Yes, m’am…um Matix.

I stepped next to Drewski, and leaned closer to his ear. Matthew, we’ve known each other much too long for you to be so uncomfortable.

I’m sorry. I’m a bit anxious. I don’t like the way this Kamtra ended up in our midst.

I moved away and stared at him. You’re not the only one, I admitted. And it’s not just the little details.

"I know. I’ve spent the better part of my career out here, studying the Kamtra tactics, trying to find their weaknesses. This commander has none. Everything he does is ruthless, and with no mistakes. He’s the best I’ve ever seen. I mean, the times he’s almost been captured, he has…"

Taken his enemies apart, literally, Riley finished for him.

Drewski nodded with a disgusted look on his face as though visualizing it.

Did Kyle tell you anything? Riley asked, taking my attention away from Drewski.

He just told me that if anything looked shady I should kill the prisoner.

Really? That’s all?

He doesn’t know anything. He left the—

Yes, but Smith and him go way back.

So?

So, Kyle isn’t as in the dark as you apparently think.

Let’s say that you’re right. What would he know?

Riley shrugged. I lifted an eyebrow at him and he glanced away. The reason you are doing this… Riley began without looking at me. I assume Kyle convinced you to go.

What? No. He didn’t even understand why I was going. Even tried to use my good relations with the other races in this quadrant as a reason why I shouldn’t be going.

Riley started to say something, but changed his mind. I tilted my head in confusion.

Transport’s here! a soldier shouted.

Are you riding in the prisoner’s transport or in one of the convoy vehicles? Riley asked as we both looked towards the solider.

Prisoner. General Smith wants to know what he says, if he says anything.

You speak Kamtra?!

Barely. It’s very complicated and with no one who speaks it fluently, I’m not at all confident in it.

Barely, huh.

I can understand it quite well, but speaking it is much more difficult. Some of the words I have the most difficulty with are the difference between peace and war. I don’t want to insult him, or use the wrong word that will forever cause us to be enemies.

Well don’t worry. He doesn’t seem all that interested in talking to us.

I nodded, allowing my facial expression to convey my concern. Riley gave me a half smile, which I knew meant he too was anxious about the situation.

What about you? Where are you riding? I asked.

I guess I’m riding with you. Drewski and the woman are riding up front, and Mishelson is in the back.

Who’s driving? I asked as I looked over at the Prisoner Transport.

A new guy, I guess. You didn’t recognize him?

I didn’t think that we had any new soldiers in—

Well I wouldn’t know. I haven’t actually been on X5401 in three years.

Has it been that long?

Riley nodded. You were aboard my ship for about a month a year ago. Maybe that is why it doesn’t seem that long to you.

I smiled at his teasing manner, which quickly disappeared. "And now you’re on this mission."

Yep, not even a few days to relax, he replied.

Geez, I’m sorry.

That’s what happens when the General doesn’t like you. It’s not all bad though. I get to sit with the prettiest Commander I’ve ever served under.

Oh. I’m just pretty, huh.

I would have said intelligent, but you did marry Kyle.

I shook my head. I don’t understand what you don’t like about him.

I’m not at liberty to say, he replied as his eyes shifted around the room. Come on, let’s go get comfy with our new best friend.

I returned his arrogant smile and led the way to the transport.

Chapter Two

I stared at the driver again, hating that I did not recognize him. Just one more thing to add to the list of reasons that meant this mission was going to go horribly wrong. I couldn’t understand why they would pick a new guy to drive when the cargo was so important.

When Smith showed up to give us the details, I had expected to get more information about this Kamtra, where we were going, and how long we would actually be gone. However, all I’ve learned was that only the driver knew where we were going, and that I was lied to about how long we’d be gone. It wasn’t the lack of knowledge that had my anxiety levels up - I had served under Smith’s orders long enough to be used to that. However, being lied to, no matter how small, set off all kinds of alarms in my head.

I was up high enough in the command chain, and had been around long enough, that I didn’t get lied to. I’ve lived here almost my whole life - forced to follow my father around everywhere he went. I have been serving on X5401 since I joined the Galactic Military, the youngest recruit ever. I knew all the ins and outs of every base on this planet. I had even built a few hideouts inside the newer buildings that only I knew about - in case of hostile invasions.

I took a deep breath and glanced out the front window. X5401 had a beautiful landscape. There were tall mountains that were forested in the tall thick plant-life, which amazingly enough, was able to grow in the rock-hard soil. Gentle rolling hills led to the edges of steep valleys, giving the planet a tranquil ambiance between the mountains. From space the planet appeared a soft lavender because of the soil. However on the planet, everything varied in color from pastels to deep vibrant colors. The patches of green grass were the exact opposite of the soil and covered the ground sporadically over the planet, except on the mountains.

The air stung your nose and lungs, but it didn’t kill you, well not right away. A person’s body would adapt within ten minutes. With that being said, a person could be out in the open air for a day or two, three at the most. It was common within the first day to suffer from nose bleeds, headaches, and/or severe dry skin. By day two, most would lose their sense of direction, some became sterile, others lost their inhibitions, and a few have gone crazy. If a person was found by the end of day three, they were dead. Everyone who lived here has pushed their limits with the air at one point or another. I had suffered the nose bleeds, headaches, and lost my wits and inhibitions. Luckily though, that was only temporary - for some people it has been permanent.

He sure doesn’t seem…anything, I commented as I returned my attention back to the monitor that was showing the holding space. Not excited, arrogant, nervous, curious… For the majority of the trip I was flipping my attention between the driver and the Kamtra who was sitting just as he had been in the facility we had left four hours ago. Perhaps, you damaged him.

That would be nice, but trust me I did not. I glanced over at Riley. All of the humor drained from his face as he stared at the Kamtra. I do have to agree with you, he doesn’t seem arrogant. And trust me, he is a very confident Kamtra - more so than the others if you can believe it.

I eyed Riley suspiciously, and he smiled innocently in return. That was when I understood Riley knew more than I did. Now, how to get the information from him, without him knowing I was after information that he had. I turned my attention back to the Kamtra commander.

You said earlier he had a plan? I asked, keeping my eyes focused on the Kamtra.

"I’m sure he came here with one. He isn’t the type that wouldn’t have an agenda, but I don’t know. He’s been fighting out here a long time. The fact that he’s our prisoner could only mean that he has thought this through. Although, there have been rumors that there is a traitor among the Kamtra. It is possible that the traitor could have caused his capture, I guess."

I raised an eyebrow at him. I was under the impression that Kamtra and humans only interacted when they were trying to kill each other. But what would be gained? It’s not like domination is a possibility. Our population is too widely spread throughout the galaxy.

I don’t know. Maybe it’s just about territory.

"No, the Kamtra Emperor must be after something that we have. Especially if this Kamtra is who you all think he is and he is our prisoner. It must be an important mission to accomplish if the Emperor sent his best. An assassination, for example."

You’ve done your homework, Riley smiled, attempting to hide his surprise.

I always do research when I learn a new… language, I began to acknowledge, but was instantly distracted by the fact that Riley was surprised that I was aware of this information, information that he confidently knew as fact, information that I had to hack into to find. "What else do you know about him?" I asked, hoping he would reveal whatever it was that he was withholding from me.

He’s more the type that would rather go down in a blaze of glory.

I listened to Riley recount the gory stories he’d witnessed as I returned to staring at the Kamtra. My gut was saying that he could easily break free, so why wasn’t he? The Kamtra were a proud species. It didn’t make sense that he would not be trying to escape. Maybe the Kamtra were not as vile as we thought. Maybe all the information we had was wrong. Not likely, since other species were intimidated by the Kamtra.

Has anyone tried to speak with him? I asked, now fully intrigued with our prisoner. I needed to find out what was going on, and why our prisoner was so docile when everyone has led me to believe that he’s the complete opposite.

He only speaks Kamtra, Matix. He’s… Why? Riley quickly asked.

I smiled in reply.

No, Matix. That is not a good idea.

I stood with a smirk. I want to know more than what’s been told to me. He has the answers, and—

You do remember that curiosity killed the cat, right? he asked as he stood.

He’s shackled. I’ll be fine, I replied as I walked to the door.

We both know that there’s a very good chance he could break free.

I punched in the code on the number pad that would only respond to my fingerprints, and the door opened.

Matix, the Kamtra believe that a woman’s place—

I shot Riley a look that dared him to continue his statement and he stopped talking. I shifted my attention into the holding space as my irritation overwhelmed me. I knew what Riley was going to say. The Kamtra were a patriarch society. From speaking with other alien races and doing my research - as vague as the information was - I had discerned that Kamtra women were not allowed to be anything that could put them in a leadership role. I had issues with that, but I was not Kamtra so I tried to put that frustration aside.

When the door slammed shut, I gripped tightly to my courage before it abandoned me. I had walked in expecting the Kamtra to look at me when I entered, but he did not. Was it because I was a woman? The thought caused me to clench my teeth until I realized that he did not know I was a woman because he didn’t check to see who entered.

Hello, I said, but he remained unmoving. "I was curious if you had a name. Personally, I’m sick of everyone saying the Kamtra."

Still nothing. What if he really doesn’t understand English? What if he wouldn’t talk to me because I was female, or worse, what if I... Ugh! I hated that I was not confident in speaking the Kamtra language, that there was a possibility that I would offend him and never know