strong, led by a human named Walter St. James. These facts are of great concern.”
Tamor had since took his place back beside The Queen and was showing signs of concern at Kryle’s report.
“100,000 weak humans?” The Queen smirked. “How many millions of soldiers does the Galactic Alliance control?”
“It is true that the humans are weak, but let’s not forget The Cleanse , my lady. The humans brought their planet to ruins with very little technology. They now have access to the knowledge of the galaxy, and if they so freely murder their own kind for a bit of power, will they not hesitate to kill us as well?”
“Why did you not bring your concerns to the Galactic Council? This is not a matter for the throne.”
“The Galactic Council would rather wait and watch while the humans grow bolder each day.”
“And what would you suggest we do, Lord Yago?”
Kryle paused a moment as if considering what to say. “The only way to remove the threat is to destroy the humans. They are like parasites and must be squashed.”
The Queen inhaled deeply and let out a big sigh. “To purposely destroy an entire species would be a terrible crime. It’s true that the humans are unique in their brutality, but if we destroyed them, it would make us no better.”
“But–” Kryle protested.
“You know that you are always welcome in my court, Kryle,” the Queen interrupted. “But I will hear no more about this. If you think that security on Rashada should be assessed, please bring it to the attention of the Council. Is there anything else, Lord Yago?”
Kryle turned his head to the side and clenched his fist, battling to hide the anger boiling up inside. “And what of the frozen human from E-17?”
“It seems that news travels to you fast,” the Queen remarked.
“So the rumors are true? He is from the past?”
“A single lowly human was found, yes. And he is now on Rashada with the rest of his people being closely monitored. It should not be of any concern of yours.”
Kryle pressed his teeth together. “With all due respect, my Queen. Sending a human to Rashada, amidst a rebellion, harboring the same ideas that destroyed a planet, is like handing the humans a recipe for destruction.”
“Enough Kryle!” the Queen commanded. “You’re beginning to sound hysterical. The humans are harmless, and I have many matters to attend to today.”
Kryle turned away and began storming to the exit of the chamber, pausing halfway to say his final words. “It only takes a single match to start a wildfire. And if the flames are not extinguished, it will burn and burn until there’s nothing left but ash.”
When the kraw left, the Queen turned to Tamor and spoke softly. “Travel to Rashada and stay within arm’s reach of the human. We must make sure that this doesn’t get out of hand.”
Chapter Twelve
M ich awoke in a small , dimly-lit room with a musty smell stirring in the air. The walls and ceilings appeared as earth with the occasional supporting board. He was laying on a small bed with a wet towel wrapped around his head. As he struggled to pull himself up, a husky voice spoke to him. “Easy buddy… You took quite the knock on the head.”
The man handed Mich a glass of water. He was a chubby human with a kind face and a white beard, wearing a long, green apron.
Mich remembered the events before he went cold and muttered, “Where’s the boy? Where’s my phone?”
“I assume you mean Jimmy,” the bearded man replied. “Um… he’s probably running around here somewhere.”
“He stole something of mine, and I need to get it back.”
The chubby man shot a disapproving look over to the doorway, and Mich now saw that he was in the company of two additional people.
“Tristyn, fetch Jimmy please.” The bearded man said.
A pretty, thin woman with a freckled face and ginger red hair stood up and went out the door. She was wearing brown, strappy, form-fitting leather garb that outlined the shape of
Tamor had since took his place back beside The Queen and was showing signs of concern at Kryle’s report.
“100,000 weak humans?” The Queen smirked. “How many millions of soldiers does the Galactic Alliance control?”
“It is true that the humans are weak, but let’s not forget The Cleanse , my lady. The humans brought their planet to ruins with very little technology. They now have access to the knowledge of the galaxy, and if they so freely murder their own kind for a bit of power, will they not hesitate to kill us as well?”
“Why did you not bring your concerns to the Galactic Council? This is not a matter for the throne.”
“The Galactic Council would rather wait and watch while the humans grow bolder each day.”
“And what would you suggest we do, Lord Yago?”
Kryle paused a moment as if considering what to say. “The only way to remove the threat is to destroy the humans. They are like parasites and must be squashed.”
The Queen inhaled deeply and let out a big sigh. “To purposely destroy an entire species would be a terrible crime. It’s true that the humans are unique in their brutality, but if we destroyed them, it would make us no better.”
“But–” Kryle protested.
“You know that you are always welcome in my court, Kryle,” the Queen interrupted. “But I will hear no more about this. If you think that security on Rashada should be assessed, please bring it to the attention of the Council. Is there anything else, Lord Yago?”
Kryle turned his head to the side and clenched his fist, battling to hide the anger boiling up inside. “And what of the frozen human from E-17?”
“It seems that news travels to you fast,” the Queen remarked.
“So the rumors are true? He is from the past?”
“A single lowly human was found, yes. And he is now on Rashada with the rest of his people being closely monitored. It should not be of any concern of yours.”
Kryle pressed his teeth together. “With all due respect, my Queen. Sending a human to Rashada, amidst a rebellion, harboring the same ideas that destroyed a planet, is like handing the humans a recipe for destruction.”
“Enough Kryle!” the Queen commanded. “You’re beginning to sound hysterical. The humans are harmless, and I have many matters to attend to today.”
Kryle turned away and began storming to the exit of the chamber, pausing halfway to say his final words. “It only takes a single match to start a wildfire. And if the flames are not extinguished, it will burn and burn until there’s nothing left but ash.”
When the kraw left, the Queen turned to Tamor and spoke softly. “Travel to Rashada and stay within arm’s reach of the human. We must make sure that this doesn’t get out of hand.”
Chapter Twelve
M ich awoke in a small , dimly-lit room with a musty smell stirring in the air. The walls and ceilings appeared as earth with the occasional supporting board. He was laying on a small bed with a wet towel wrapped around his head. As he struggled to pull himself up, a husky voice spoke to him. “Easy buddy… You took quite the knock on the head.”
The man handed Mich a glass of water. He was a chubby human with a kind face and a white beard, wearing a long, green apron.
Mich remembered the events before he went cold and muttered, “Where’s the boy? Where’s my phone?”
“I assume you mean Jimmy,” the bearded man replied. “Um… he’s probably running around here somewhere.”
“He stole something of mine, and I need to get it back.”
The chubby man shot a disapproving look over to the doorway, and Mich now saw that he was in the company of two additional people.
“Tristyn, fetch Jimmy please.” The bearded man said.
A pretty, thin woman with a freckled face and ginger red hair stood up and went out the door. She was wearing brown, strappy, form-fitting leather garb that outlined the shape of
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