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Paal patrolled the corridors of the palatial pod. He’d docked it in Aurelian airspace but he couldn’t stop the itchy feeling they weren’t safe. Every incoming transmission had his teeth on edge.
Since the docking the night before of two battleships from the training pod carrying the humans not fit for battle, all had been quiet. He’d had no word from Prince Zander or Master Seke, but they’d gone dark on purpose. If all had gone as planned, they were already in battle.
A communication buzzed through the unit it in his collar. “Ronan requesting permission to dock.” The message had been received throughout the galaxy for any and all Zandians who desired protection to seek refuge on the pod. To avoid any foreign ships docking, he’d set up a meet location on Aurelia and sent Ronan to run t
