So large they were able to bring the shuttle into their own cargo bay and it boggled her mind slightly where she was standing. Sure, she’d watched sci-fi shows growing up; she just never thought they could be real. The Alphan crew watched her as she walked behind the captain. Birds of prey keeping vigil on a scurrying mouse, or so she pictured. When she’d first seen Alphan men she assumed they were all alike, but being this close she began to notice slight differences between them. Different facial features, different textures to their hair, even different sizes of their horns. All were tall and muscular and overwhelmingly tough, so she reminded herself not to do anything to piss these guys off. The ship might be big, but it wasn’t pretty. Alphan men were a warrior type race, and Keirah now saw what that meant by looking at the stark metal design of the ship. Just like its captain, it was bold, tough, and utterly without softness. Captain Krig entered an elevator that zoomed them somewhere reminiscent of military barracks.
