The mondagi captain ordered his vessel to cruising speed and left the bridge. He was determined to extract vital information from their prisoners, deciding to oversee the interrogation personally. The humans were amassing a defense in his sector of space and he would do anything to break through their lines. “Leave us,” the mondagi commanded
Captain Killerin looked over the report and grunted. The scouts had suffered heavy losses during their reconnaissance of the star system and all reports indicated that freemen settlements were well defended. “I guess we know where the rebels disappeared to,” he said, turning off his viewer. Lieutenant Commander Vickers nodded in agreement. He had been
Lunk awoke to find himself strapped to an examination table in a brightly lit room with blindly white walls. The heavy scent of antiseptic told him it was a laboratory or medical facility, but all he could see was the light directly above him. He had been led to a cell after he was taken
Molly fired her thrusters, sending her gun suit into a supersonic dive that would have shattered the eardrums of any human on the ground beneath her. But there were no humans on the surface of the desolate planet that had been the battlefield for this scouting mission gone wrong. And as she spared a glance
Lunk could feel the energy bands on his wrist tighten when he pulled against them. There was no way to break free of them. Even though the bands were designed for an average human, his muscles were no match for the military shackles. The light transport offered him no comfort as his giant frame was
