OORT STATION PRIME—DETENTION FACILITY“What’s on your mind, Adrhun Gloalorn?” Masin Arcah asked in Asterian, the language they both understood and spoke. It differed about as much from each of their tongues as Frohlican and Roganian differed from each other.
“I’m homesick, and I don’t like these humans.”
“What do you mean?” Arcah asked.
“They killed everyone, all our pilots—nearly five-thousand.”
“But,” Arcah said, “we attacked them.”
“Yeah, because…,” Gloalorn started to say, but Arcah hushed him up.
“Not here…not now!”
Kimberly stepped through the portal. “What’s going on, fellows?” she asked in perfect Asterian. “Trouble on the homefront?”
“Not really,” Arcah said. “We disagree on how to deal with you humans.”
“We are enemies,” Gloalorn said softly.
“We were combatants on oppos
