The High General gazed out his large circular window before tossing back his tube of Redflower-20. When the effects of it subsided, he turned back to his guest.
“The governor specifically requested I bring you with me. It’s been a long time since he had foreign visitors. The alien fleet moored at the station is big enough to make him squeamish, even after I ordered our patrols tripled. Nineteen transport ships, all of which we assume are loaded with fighters. The other alien fleet over Amulen is roughly the same size. I don’t have to tell you how serious this is.”
Brandon smiled in response and took his drink as well. He was sitting in the medium-sized leather chair and looked rather comfortable. At that moment, Olut6 realized he wasn’t coming.
Brandon spoke. “I’m not a military man, Ge
