Maeltir Short Stories

Aresowit waited aboard the deck while the negotiations continued. The Captain was always too fond of democracy. Especially with the Kroyons, of all things. The ancient foe of the Kronocs. Aresowit could not wait to send his marines aboard and spill some slime those evil bugs used for blood. It had been a long patrol, and very little shooting had been needed. He called the marines to the boarding vessel. The computer could tell him negotiations from there...

To be continued