by J.M. Strother
The fleet slowed to sub-light speed in the shadow of the moon, all indications their approach had gone completely unnoticed.“Command-dak Ahnmoshgnagrif, all ships reporting, ready and in position,” Comms-head Ihurehriv informed him.
Command-dak Ahnmoshgnagrif rose on his four legs to full height, swiveling his eye-stalks to take in every member of his helms-crew. All were poised and ready. His heart-sack thrummed with pride. He waved a forefoot toward the wall and the plasma display field flicked on.
“Open the Hypercom, that I may address the troops.”
“Hypercom open, Sir.”
The Command-dak turned toward the field so he could be seen by all.
“Attention all ships. Attention all hands. In a few moments, we will deploy in the Ter Rhan Gu attack formation. We will be detected upon deployment, but our adversaries will have no time to react. Today the glory and honor of the Jhungrhuani will be restored. You will live forever in the heart-sacks of our people. Never again will the Jhungrhuani be insulted by these pretentious little bastards.”
The audacity of these puny Humans – downgrading Jhungrhu to planetoid status. Never mind that they couldn’t even get the name right. They’d get a downgrade, alright, to the newest asteroid belt in the solar system. ~ © 2011 by J. M. Strother, all rights reserved.