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the Korvectus . He wishes that Prince Valinok could be here to celebrate this historic victory. But as his emissary, he is certain you will relay the full splendor of this success to the Prince. The Emperor would be honored if you would join him at the royal feast.”
    Saaja and Malik exchanged a quizzical glance.
    “It seems we’ve formed an alliance with the Decluvians,” Malik said.
    Saaja responded. “We’d be honored.”
    “Excellent. Please allow our fighters to escort you to the flight deck.”
    The Decluvian fighters flanked the Phantom and guided her to the Korvectus . She was one of dozens of ships in the Decluvian fleet that were orbiting Delta Vega. Walker wondered if this was the entire invasion force, or just a fraction? Were other armadas attacking the other colonies?
    “Excuse me,” Walker said. “In case you haven’t noticed, I happen to be human. The very species they are attempting to exterminate. I don’t think I’m going to be a welcomed dinner guest.”
    Saaja cringed. “Yeah. About that. There’s something I need to tell you.”
    Walker arched an inquisitive eyebrow at her.
    “Human’s are a bit of a delicacy to the Decluvians.”
    Walker’s jaw dropped. “So, I’m not only a guest, I’m on the menu.”
    “That’s a possibility.”
    “We might want to reconsider this invitation,” Walker said.
    Bailey barked in agreement.
    “The last jump taxed the fuel-cell pretty hard,” Malik said. “It may bounce back, but right now there’s not enough juice for another jump.”
    Walker scanned the interior of the gunship. “I don’t suppose you have any hidden compartments in this ship?”
    Malik shook his head. “We could say you are a spy for the Saarkturians.”
    “I would never betray the Federation. I won’t even pretend.”
    “You’re wearing Saarkturian battle armor. Put on a helmet and don’t take it off.”
    “I’m sure that will go over well at dinner.”
    “You won’t eat. You’re our personal guard,” Malik said.
    “Have you taken a good look at us lately? We don’t exactly look like a diplomatic envoy.”
    Their body armor was covered with rust colored dirt and mud from the desert planet. They looked like three warriors who’d been through hell and back.
    “If you can come up with a better idea in the next five minutes, please let me know,” Malik said.
    Walker grumbled under his breath. He fumbled for a helmet and put it over his head.
    At 6’5” Walker could pass for a short Saarkturian. The average male was around 7 feet tall.
    The body armor was sleek black form fitting battle protection. Like all Saarkturian designs, it was curved and organic. It looked like an exoskeleton. If you didn’t know better, you would think this was the natural form of the Saarkturians. Not the pale-skinned, dark-eyed, humanoids that they were.
    The Phantom cruised toward the imposing fleet. With each passing second, the knot in Walker’s stomach grew tighter. The sweat on his skin grew thicker. He was an elite Special Warfare Operator—a Navy Reaper. He had been in plenty of unsavory situations before, but there was something unsettling about stepping aboard a ship full of cannibalistic aliens.
    As they drew closer to the Korvectus , one of the escort fighters took the lead and approached the flight deck. Malik could see the massive bay and the optical landings system to the side of the flight deck. But he was completely unfamiliar with the Decluvian landing protocol. The Decluvian equivalent of a Landing Signal Officer was a Landing Control Specialist.
    The LCS crackled over the comm line. “Saarkturian Phantom. I have you clear for landing. Can you see the Landing Guidance System?”
    “I have a visual.”
    “I’m sure it’s a little different than what you’re used to. But the principle is the same. Right now you’ve got a good approach. Keep this vector, you’ll be fine.”
    “The approach is mine,” Malik said.
    Walker was about to see how good a pilot