Book 4 Chapter 4
2 Unknown Starship Orbiting Feros III Feros System 4148.3.4 Galactic A dead-eyed gaze—irises the color of obsidian—narrowed as they studied the screen displaying the green and blue world hovering in the blackness of space like a Molposan apple. Some would call the planet beautiful. The Master called it his most excellent future prize. “Master,” said the ship’s pilot, interrupting his thoughts. “Are they returning?” the Master asked, his voice a deep-throated growl. He unfolded his muscular arms from across his wide chest, covered in blast armor the color of his race’s purplish blood, and stepped to stand looking down at the pilot’s station. He let his arms fall to his sides, one hand stopping to grip the butt of the plasma pistol in the holster surrounding his thick hips. It please
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