He had gotten little sleep the past few days. Fighting with the Gorkons had been non-stop. It had taken the coordination of all three colonies to keep the enemy forces at bay. Feeror heard raised voices and hurriedly donned his armor and utility belt, grabbed his weapons, and exited his quarters, searching for the cause of all the excitement. “I have never seen its like.” Kyron gestured wildly. “It is a great red streak across the sky!” He spoke to General Kroylir. An audience had gathered around the two. Mouths hung open in astonishment. “Is it a new Gorkon weapon?” “Are we in danger?” A flood of questions bombarded Kyron and the General. General Kroylir was holding up his hands, attempting to stop the chatter. Premier Viisyr stormed out of the weapons room and made his way quickly to the group. “Tell me exactly what you observed.” Kyron recounted his sighting of the strange red streak blazing across Volgon's sky. Viisyr's muscles bunched and tensed as he listened.
