Med-units scurried across the hangar floor, treating the nano-tech troopers pummeled by Hima, Mul-Rok, and Julz, and then mentally disarmed and immobilized by Jimmy. Amidst the first-aid chaos stood a man draped in heavy red robes, hemmed in gold and that sapphire blue like the blood inking every Terraling’s veins. The man’s face hid in shadow under the heavy hood drawn up over his head.
"Your orders, Master?”
Terraling Master Du-Voz turned to look at the Graumaling Select standing off to his right, the Select careful not to obstruct his Master's view of the empty hangar. The Graumaling was a fierce looking sinewy humanoid with agate colored skin. Thick tufts of quill-like black hair sprouted from his shoulders like patches of grass and ran down the center of his back and the backs of his arms.
“We’re going to Earth, Pausha. Get my cruiser ready while I address The Brethren about my concerns.”
A grin broke across Pausha’s face. “As you wish, Master.”
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