“Search them for weapons.”
Forced to release his son, Byron resigned himself to a search.
Just relax, Byron thought, watching a Vindicarn pat down Bassan. I’m right here.
Satisfied, the Vindicarn held up a small communication device and announced they were on their way. He turned toward the alien ship and the other men stepped aside. Byron and Piten exchanged glances before following the soldier.
Close the hatch, Byron thought in a private message to the officer on the shuttle. No reason to tempt a bitter Vindicarn who might want to exact revenge.
Now that they were in the open, Byron viewed their surroundings. They were inside a massive hole. The loose sand pulled at his boots, slowing his pace. Ahead of them, the alien ship resided in the middle of the cavity. A large portion of it
