The screaming, the panic, the smell of blood -- those he could handle. The roar of the shuttlecraft, the rioting mob, the fires burning throughout the city, the rage of his men as they fired disruptors at the populace -- those he could understand. But the tingle on his brawny neck all the way to his forehead ridges -- that
terrified him. As he looked over his shoulder at the smoke blackening the skies, he could sense that something monstrous was rushing this way, searing across the heavens, destroying all in its path.
The ambassador didn't even recall what planet he was standing on with his troop of so-called...