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“Your Highness, we have recovered the Planet Eaters.”
Florian hung chained to the wall in the bridge of the Zachary cruiser. Outside, Reader IV’s ringed splendor lay ahead.
A gigantic silver ball floated in the middle of space, among debris and broken spaceships.
Exactly where he left it.
“The aliens are in the containment chamber,” a soldier said. “Density is as it should be.”
“Very good,” the emperor said. “If we have lost Miloschenko, at least we have recovered one of his greatest legacies.”
“Tell me, Mr. Emperor,” Florian said. “How did you find those damn things?”
“I suppose you could say they found us,” the emperor said.
He said no more.
Florian growled as the emperor turned his back to him.
Two metal arms underneath the ship grabbed the containment unit and guided it t
