CHAPTER 622877 Nosferan swarmship
The ripe scent of rotten meat reached me first, before I saw either of them. It was a cloud like a glowing nebula sucked down the corridor by the air filtration systems. Behind the cloud my scent-sight revealed Muriel and Dyami hurrying toward the storage compartment where the Tretan shuttle sat.
I stepped out, and Tabitha stepped out with me. I raised my hand as Muriel reached for her weapon, but she stopped short of shooting either of us.
“Brock?” she said.
“Brock!” Dyami's translator said.
Dyami bounded forward first. Tabitha took a step back, apprehension pouring off her as the big Eyotan came at us. He wasn't as big as one of the nos-wolves, but he was plenty big on his own. His orange and black Halloween colors, bristles on his thick skin and wi
