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thought gave him much pleasure.
    The view from the CIC was awe-inspiring. There is a certain beauty in destruction. Tyvelon saw it as an act of creation. The smoldering planet below him was being reborn in the Decluvian image.
    He wore his ceremonial body armor, though the view from the CIC was as close as he was likely going to get to actual combat. But he did look regal and imposing. He was a fierce warrior, and had proven himself in battle many times before.
    The Decluvian’s had evolved from an amphibian species. They had brightly colored skin with black spots. They came in many colors, but Tyvelon’s predominant color was red. He looked like the devil himself.
    The Decluvians had large, protruding eyes that gave them almost 360 degree vision. They were almost impossible to sneak up on. They had long, slender fingers—three on each hand, and an opposable thumb. There was slight webbing in between the digits. The tips of their fingers could adhere to almost anything. They preferred hot and humid climates with lots of water. And water was something the Decluvians were running out of. And there was plenty of it on Delta Vega.
    They were an aposematic species—their skin could become toxic. It was secreted when threatened, fearful, or in pain. Touching a Decluvian could be a deadly proposition. The poison easily permeated through Saarkturian and human skin. Almost instantaneous paralysis and loss of autonomic function would result. They could also control the release of the toxin at will.
    “My Lord, military operations are wrapping up. We have secured the planet and will begin transport of the prisoners. The second wave of operations should commence shortly.” The Decluvian commander stood at attention. But there was an almost imperceptible tremor in his voice.
    “Well done, Commander Nalduun,” Tyvelon said. “Have a dozen healthy prisoners brought to the galley. Good, meaty specimens. Have the royal chef prepare them for our victory feast.”
    “Yes, My Lord.”
    “And I want my favorite dessert.”
    “Brain pudding, My Lord?”
    Tyvelon smiled.
    “There is one slight problem.”
    The emperor’s eyes narrowed.
    Nalduun cleared his throat and swallowed hard. “A gunship seemed to escape. It blasted through our defense network and made a quantum jump.”
    Tyvelon clenched his jaw and drew close to the commander.
    Nalduun cringed with fear.
    “That is unacceptable to me. Track them down, and destroy them.”
    “But, My Lord, they have already jumped away.” He tried to downplay it. “It’s a small ship, and it was badly damaged. It will take them days to reach New Earth, if they arrive at all. By that time our forces will have arrived.”
    “I don’t want the humans to have any advanced warning of our invasion. Track its quantum distortions. Find that ship and destroy it.”
    “Yes, My Lord.” Nalduun trembled.
    “What are you waiting for?”
    Nalduun spun around and scurried from the CIC.
    “Sir, a Saarkturian Phantom has jumped into the sector,” a tactical officer yelled.
    Tyvelon’s round eyes shifted back and forth as he processed the information. “So, Prince Valinok has sent someone to keep an eye on me.”
    “Do you want me to destroy it?”
    “No. We will save our aggression against the Saarkturians until after we have exterminated the humans.”
    “If Valinok wants to keep tabs on me, let him have a close view. Invite his spies aboard.”
    “Yes, My Lord.”

9
    Walker
    S aaja was about to squeeze the trigger and blast the Decluvian fighters into oblivion when a voice crackled over the comm line.
    “ ISS Korvectus to the Saarkturian Phantom. ISS Korvectus to the Saarkturian Phantom. Do you copy?”
    The voice spoke in perfect Saarkturese. The Decluvians were well versed in the language of their former enemy. Walker was fluent himself.
    Saaja eyed Malik and lifted her brow. He nodded for her to respond.
    “Go ahead, Korvectus .”
    “Emperor Tyvelon has requested your presence on