Prince Krura’s fist tightened as he surveyed the battleground; the strongest of his forces had been annihilated completely. It was unprecedented – these were the elite, the crème-de-la-crème of the empire. It boiled his nerves to see this c*****e. “Who did this?” the unmasked fury in his voice terrified the commander who was piloting The Vajraghat, The prince’s shuttle. He tried to keep the fear out of his voice as he replied. “A few primitive mutants did it, Prince Krura.”
“How could ‘a few mutants’ decimate a full ground invasion force if they were ‘primitive’?” the pilot almost peed in his pants as he shivered in fright. “I want the full feed of the battle in my chambers, now.” He ordered, exiting the cockpit. There was no use frightening the crap out of the pilot; he needed to reach
