How did they evolve on this planet? She tried her best to look up Drogar history, especially regarding Taloren Prime, but her access to their textbooks, news, and other historical files was dismally low. All she had access to was mostly Drogar-skewed history for the past 100 years. No doubt incred
“We do, as well,” replied Doleth. “I mean, restoring the planet isn’t entirely possible for other reasons, ecologically speaking. But beyond that, most of us feel that doing that wouldn’t do anything. Except maybe waste money on a hopeless project.” “Most of you? What’s that mean? So some do want t
High above one of the many red spiral towers, Admiral Chase settled down into a slightly-oversized chair. As all the furniture was Drogar-sized, she felt like she was an overgrown child sitting in one. Opposite her, across a dull metal desk sat Stormfather Retholis. Both wore their everyday unifor
“That’s what I’m hoping things will escalate to, yes.” Chase’s eyes went wide the moment he confessed that. She knew the Drogar were bloodthirsty, but she always believed that they were still bound by decorum. It looked like she was wrong. “You want us dead? The hell!” “No, not dead. I do like yo
“Agreed,” he said. “And worse, Retholis has taken the apes and sent them planetside... To this very city!” “What?!” cried a senator. “Humans here? On Taloren herself? That’s preposterous! Isn’t there a law against that somewhere? Shouldn’t these apes have been taken to the Deep Prison instead?!” “
Although Eva and Miko certainly enjoyed the views from above, they were drawn by the Drogar themselves, and wanted to see them up close. They were technically prisoners, but were treating the whole thing like they were simply on a tour. And in a way, they were. “Thanks for letting us take a look
And the edge was razor-sharp. Eva didn’t have the courage to test it. She was sure it would cut her if she looked at it wrong. Etched on the blade itself was a beautiful pattern of strong waves one after another. “I’ve never been a knife kinda person,” cood Eva, “but this thing’s gorgeous.” She ca
A short and stout Drogar with rippling muscles and a large gut stood in front of an anvil. Although his facial spines were long and a little droopy, his scales were still taut on his body. In one hand, he held a long bar with a glowing slab of metal at one end, which he laid down in the middle of t