15
Danika, Prillon Prime
The shuttle landed in a massive stadium. The door opened and the ramp lowered but I did not move. Not yet. We’d been halfway here when the pilot informed Thomar and Varin that their presence, specifically, had been ordered. And mine.
Me? Ordered to show up by the king of the galaxy? King. Prime. Whatever. The whole thing was surreal. All I wanted to do was go back to The Colony, curl up in bed with my mates and ignore the rest of the world for a while.
Or, at least four days. After that?
I wasn’t going to think about after.
We walked down the ramp, the rest of our shuttle crew behind us carrying the babies. I felt like I was stepping into a Star Wars movie. Thousands of Prillons, males, females and children, were seated in row upon row of spectator seat
