“Excellent.” T’Raal gave a rare smile. “At least we have someone who speaks the same language as the princess.”
“Do you mean actual language?” Sparky asked. “Or uber-geek?”
“Why do we need someone to speak her language?” Zad wanted to know, a frown on her beautiful face. “If she has these royal bodyguards?”
T’Raal chuckled, his amusement echoed on the face of the other Warborne veterans. “Because they’re not us. Several credible death threats have been made against the princess recently, and given she’s about to speak at the inter-quadrant science summit at Tesnit-Four, the throne has decided she needs protection that is a little more… robust, shall we say?”
“I’m more than happy to run close protection.” Sparky leered, a grin on his stubbled face. “Like really close protection.”
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