Surviving Skarr (Ice Planet Clones #2) Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Ice Planet Clones Series by Ruby Dixon
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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Is it a surprise to the females, then? I have always known I am a clone. All splices are grown in labs and implanted with combat rules and regulations. I have distant memories of an older “Skarr” that won many battles, hence I have been created from his genetic material.

It makes sense to clone the best, after all.

As my gaze skims over the females, mentally, I dismiss them as combatants. They are not fighters. Even now they huddle and look soft and useless. Prizes, then. Or distractions. If they are surprised they are clones, they have not been implanted with battle memories and rules. They will not know how to play.

I eye the other splices nearby. The one nearest to me watches the females with glazed eyes. Praxiian dominant, if I don’t miss my guess. There’s a full-blooded praxiian as well, and what looks like a moden splice. And there’s even a soft-looking human male, his form hunched over with his arms crossed over his chest.

I size up his build. Another prize, I decide. That one won’t be winning any sort of combat trials.

All right. There are three other gladiators that look problematic and one mesakkah wearing furs and tending to the fire. I don’t know if he’s a combatant but he looks strong enough. This many females for so few males is puzzling, though. Do we win them through bouts? I’m not sure I want to win multiple prizes.

One female will be plenty.

I shift on my feet, sliding my tail closer to the fire. No clothes, no weapons. All right. I’ll have to rely on my teeth and my strength. I don’t have claws like the praxiians do, or horns like the mesakkah and one of the splices, but my scales are good armor. It’ll even the odds.

Kef, it’s cold. I’m not going to have to play up being sluggish. Everything in me aches. Truly, whoever is running this particular battle scenario could not have come up with a worse one for me. I move a little closer to the warmth yet again and cast another look at the gladiators. The other males have slitted eyes, assessing one another and I don’t want them to catch me doing the same. I focus my attention on the females instead.

If they’re to be prizes, I should pick out the one I want. A tall one, I decide. Perhaps the one with the bright yellow hair. She’s sharing a blanket with a smaller, softer-looking female who is terrified. Our eyes meet and she hunches down, quickly glancing away. She moves closer to the yellow-hair and I plan how to separate them and steal the one I want. Females tend to kick and scratch and flail, but a quickly snapped neck might do the trick. She won’t be more than a temporary problem. As I watch, she taps the message on her bracelet again, playing it once more.

“Okay, guys, listen up.”

A fur-clad female with golden skin and glowing blue eyes moves to the center of our huddled group, her hands raised to her shoulders. “Put your bracelets away. They probably all say the same thing. We don’t know if that’s the truth or not, and whoever dumped you here isn’t around to tell us. So here’s what we’re going to do. You’re all safe here with us. You’re probably tired and confused. You’re not going to think straight coming straight out of one of those pods. Trust me, I know. We’ll rest here overnight and then we’re going to get you khuis.”

Safe.

Khuis.

I narrow my gaze, watching the other males. They seem just as on-edge as me. No one is buying this “safe” nonsense. If they know what a “khuis” is, they’re not saying. They’re like me, ready to spring into action once the alarm sounds, or the bell rings, or whatever indication we have that things are beginning.

We’re waiting for the rules of the game.

The fur-wearing female isn’t aware of this, though. She continues to smile at all of us, turning to look at both females and males alike. “This planet requires that you have a symbiont to take care of you. With the symbiont, you’ll heal faster, and you won’t be so cold. You won’t feel it inside you, either, so don’t worry about that. Some of our friends are headed this way, and then we’re going to help you go back to our village on the beach. We’ll get you set up and comfortable. I just want you to know that you’re safe with us, and there are no alien overlords or slave owners or anything.”

That makes me pause. It sounds like no one is in charge of the game?

Perhaps there’s no game after all. Perhaps we’ve been cast out for being defective. My gut clenches. I don’t care what the bracelet or the woman in the image says. I know one thing and one thing only—how to battle. It doesn’t make sense for me to be here if there’s not a fight.


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